Silver heels clicked lightly against the stage as she moved from one side to the other, gracefully presenting each item to the audience.
Every pair of eyes in the hall was on her.
But Magnus wasn’t looking at the auction items.
He was only watching her.
His gaze followed every step she took across the stage.
Every smile.
Every movement.
Even as the auction continued and people around him talked quietly among themselves, his gaze remained fixed on her.
Isabel sat beside him.
She noticed it.
Again and again, she glanced at Magnus from the corner of her eye. Every time she looked, his eyes were still fixed on Sophia. He didn’t even blink much, as if afraid he might miss something.
There was even a faint smile on his face when he watched her speak.
Isabel’s fingers slowly curled into fists on her lap.
When the auction finally ended and Sophia stepped down from the stage, Magnus still didn’t move. He remained seated, watching her as she walked away.
Isabel’s heart burned with jealousy.
Her eyes darkened as she looked at him.
The way he stared at Sophia—as if she were the only woman in the room—made her anger grow with every passing second.
For a brief moment, she glared at him openly.
Then she quickly took a breath and forced the anger down. Her expression changed instantly, smoothing into a pleasant smile.
Reaching over, she grabbed Magnus’s arm and shook it lightly.
“Magnus?” she called softly.
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He didn’t respond.
His eyes were still fixed on Sophia’s retreating figure.
The smile on Isabel’s face stiffened.
She turned her head slightly to hide the frustration flashing across her face before looking back at him again.
“Magnus?” she called once more.
Still nothing.
Her grip on his arm tightened.
“Magnus, I’m talking to you!” she said louder this time, her voice becoming slightly sharp.
