NovelEnglishChapter 8 Elise didn't bother changing back into the standard hospital gown like she usually did.
Instead, she was lounging on the bed in a black lace dress.
Gone was her usual air of innocence-tonight she looked just a touch more alluring.
Her eyes lit up when she saw Magnus enter.
He'd changed out of his wedding tux, but was still in a crisp white suit.
The hallway lights cast a soft glow on his tall, athletic frame, and even in the harsh hospital lighting, the sharp angles of his face seemed gentler, almost inviting.
If only she hadn't left Capitolion five years ago. If only she hadn't left Magnus.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtIf that were the case, Isadora would never have becan issue between them.
The thought made Elise bite her lip, hard.
But it didn't matter. Deep down, she knew Magnus still held a place for her-a place no one else could shake. Today's wedding was proof enough of that.
So tonight, she had no intention of letting Magnus leave her side.
Ever since she'd returned, he'd been attentive, even indulgent-except he never crossed that final line. That boundary unsettled her. The distance between them gnawed at her nerves.
It had to be Isadora standing in the way, keeping them apart.
Elise reached out to the man in the doorway, her hand pale and slender. "Magnus, will you stay withtonight?" His dark eyes were impossible to read as he walked over and gently pulled the covers up over her.
"The doctor said you need to rest," Magnus said quietly. "I'll stay until you fall asleep." A shadow flickered in Elise's eyes.
Every ther illness flared, Magnus would be there for her-but in the end, he always left.
She knelt on the bed, the curve of her lace dress revealing the delicate sweep of her collarbone and a hint of cleavage.
With trembling hands, she reached for his belt, her voice soft and pleading, "Magnus, you know what I mean." Magnus hesitated, his gaze darkening. "Elise, don't." His tone wasn't harsh, but it sent a cold shiver down her spine.
She understood him he didn't say things twice.
She'd pushed him before, hoping he'd coax her back. Instead, she'd driven him away.
She wouldn't make that mistake again.
Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears as she looked up at him, voice barely a whisper. "I'm sorry, Magnus. I got carried away. I forgot you have Isadora now." Something in Magnus softened.
Isadora loved him-passionately, stubbornly-sometimes to the point of suffocation.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmWhy couldn't she be gentle with him, like Elise? He reached out and brushed a hand over Elise's hair. "Don't overthink things. Just get srest."
Magnus stepped out of the hospital, his phone clutched tightly in his hand. After that strange "kidnapping" call earlier, there'd been nothing but silence. He was growing more restless by the minute.
He slid into the back seat and told the driver to take him The Ace's Denn Capitolion's biggest nightclub.
Inside, the place was a riot of neon, pounding music, and wild dancing.
Magnus made a beeline for the VIP lounge.
"Hey, look who it is the groom himself!" Scales Donovan called out, grinning. Thought you'd be too busy celebrating your wedding night, you know, making the most of " Before he could finish, Magnus smacked him on the back of the head.
"Hey! What was that for?" Scales protested, rubbing his skull.
Magnus tossed his suit jacket aside and dropped onto the couch. "Have any of you heard from Isadora?"
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