Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 398

"Ah—!"

The next morning.

Isadora was jolted awake by the shrill ring of her phone.

Half-asleep, she fumbled to answer.

On the other end, Inman was reporting in.

"President Vaughan, the rumors about you and Mr. Fawcett from The Fawcett Group have gone absolutely viral online. It's... seriously affecting the company's operations. Since yesterday, nearly a hundred journalists have been trying to land an exclusive interview with you."

At those words, Isadora's drowsiness vanished in an instant. She sat up straight in bed.

She'd only revealed half the truth at yesterday's press conference before walking out.

That had sparked all sorts of gossip about her and Terrell.

But she hadn't expected it to explode like this overnight.

She asked, "What happened?"

Inman sounded nervous. "It's... it's The Fawcett Group. They confirmed it."

Isadora immediately unlocked her phone and scrolled through the trending headlines.

At the top, she saw:

"Fawcett Group Confirms: Terrell and Isadora Vaughan Are an Item—Wedding Bells Imminent!"

"Shocking! Terrell Is the Real Father of Isadora's Child!"

"A Match Made in Heaven: Fawcett Family Approves Terrell to Marry Isadora!"

Her grip tightened around the phone. She issued her instructions crisply: "Pick one major outlet with the most influence. I'll do an interview and set the record straight."

She needed to clear this up—fast.

The moment she hung up, Terrell's name flashed across the screen.

Isadora hesitated, then answered.

Terrell's voice sounded apologetic. "Isadora, I'm so sorry. I didn't clear things up with my family soon enough. My mom saw the press conference and assumed we were really together—and that you were having my baby. Some clever reporter got her talking, and... well..."

Isadora said nothing.

After a pause, Terrell gently offered, "Listen, right now you could use a boyfriend to weather the storm. If you want, I can play the part until you leave—help take the heat off you."

Isadora lowered her gaze, voice cool. "That's not necessary. I'll set things straight in an interview."

Isadora was at a loss for words.

Just then, slow, lazy footsteps sounded at the door.

Victor leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a calm amusement.

The moment Isadora saw him, she tossed off the covers and hurried over, reaching for his hand.

"Can you ask them to leave? I can get ready by myself."

Victor's gaze dropped to her bare feet, and he frowned slightly.

He crossed the room and picked up her slippers, then knelt in front of her.

His long fingers slipped her feet into the soft, white slippers.

Feeling the warmth of his touch, Isadora's toes curled instinctively.

Once he'd finished, Victor straightened and asked, "What's wrong?"

Isadora spoke softly. "I'm just not used to having so many people fussing over me in the morning."

Victor's lips quirked in a faint smile. He pinched her cheek, his tone indulgent. "You'll be Mrs. Fitzgerald soon enough—better start getting used to the little things."