NovelEnglishChapter 9 Scales scratched the back of his head, looking bemused.
"No way. Isadora's still giving you the silent treatment? It's been, what, three days now? That's gotta be a new record! She's never stayed mad for more than a day before." He leaned in, lowering his voice with a knowing grin. "But honestly, Magnus, women are all like that. Don't spoil her too much. She's just testing you, waiting for you to cave first. You know what they say-let a guy give in once, and he'll be doing it a thousand times after. Don't fall for it." "Con, no matter how badly you screwed up before, she always crunning back, apologized, begged you not to leave her." "And with her awkward position in the Vaughan family, if she ever really left you, they'd probably toss her out for good." At that, Magnus's expression softened just a bit. He picked up his glass and took a slow sip, letting the rich flavor settle on his tongue.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtMaybe this tIsadora had gone further than usual-she'd even cup with that wild kidnapping stunt. It left him with a faint, unfamiliar sense of unease.
Off to the side, Sammy-already halfway through his drink-couldn't help but chin.
"Anyone would be moved by how much Isadora loves you, Magnus." He counted off on his fingers. "When you had those awful migraines, she spent a whole day and night at a church in the northwest, begging a miracle-working priest to help ease your pain." "When you got picky about food, she learned to cook every cuisine under the sun just to tempt your appetite." "Your mother never liked her, insulted her more times than I can count. Isadora just took it, never talked back." "And it wasn't until Elise kept interfering, stirring up trouble, that Isadora finally snapped. That's the only reason she's acting out now-but in the end, it's always because she loves you. She just can't help forgiving you." Sammy set his glass down, his tone turning serious. "Don't listen to Scales. You really did go too far this time. Sure, the wedding was fake, but you made Isadora the laughingstock of the entire city." "And Elise-she's been having her 'episodes' way too often this year. On your anniversary, your birthday, Isadora's birthday, even during Thanksgiving and the Fourth of July, she's always sick. And every single time, you're by her side, playing nurse. Any woman would have a hard twith that." "Even if Isadora loves you, everyone has their limits. Don't wait until she's gone to realize what you lost." Magnus gave a cold, dismissive smile. "As if I'd ever regret losing a woman." Isadora leave him? The very idea was laughable. She'd sooner see the sun rise in the west.
He was used to her unwavering devotion-so used to it, in fact, that he'd cto take it for granted.
Still, Sammy's words struck a nerve. Women were jealous by nature. That wedding, even if it was just to fulfill Elise's last wish, must have stung Isadora more than he cared to admit.
He grabbed his coat and stood up, ready to head out.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"You're leaving already? Man, the night's just getting started!" Scales called after him.
Magnus ignored him, stepping out of the bar and sliding into his Maybach. He dialed his assistant, Lean.
"In the next couple of days, getLA Wedding's top designer-fly them out here to Capitol City to create a custom gown for Isadora. And make sure we win every single piece of jewelry at the Northmarch auction." There. That should be grand enough, even for her.
When he returned to the villa, Magnus tossed his coat aside, stretched out on the sofa, and let his long legs dangle off the edge. His headache was pulsing again, just a dull throb now.
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