“Magnus?” she called.
She closed the door and quickly walked around the car toward his side. Reaching the other door, she pulled it open and leaned slightly inside.
“Come on, let’s go,” she said with an expectant smile.
But Magnus didn’t smile back.
His face was dark, the earlier anger still lingering in his expression. There was something heavy in his eyes—something he was clearly trying to bury, yet it was still visible.
Finally, he turned his head to look at her.
“Isabel,” he said calmly, “you can go inside and choose whichever dress you want. Ask them to put the bill under my name.”
She blinked in confusion.
Before she could react, he reached forward and grabbed the door she was holding.
Isabel’s eyes widened.
“Magnus—what are you doing?” she asked quickly. “You said you would come with me—”
But Magnus had already pulled the door out of her hand and slammed it shut.
“What? Magnus!” she shouted.
The car engine roared to life.
Before she could react, the car sped away from the curb, leaving her standing alone on the side of the road.
Her face flushed red with anger and humiliation.
She stood frozen there for a moment, staring at the disappearing car as disbelief washed over her. The shock on her face made it look as though someone had just slapped her in public.
***
Magnus’s car raced back toward the auction hall.
It came to a stop outside the auction hall.
The moment it came to a halt, Magnus threw the door open and stepped out immediately.
Without waiting, he strode toward the entrance with hurried steps, his long strides almost turning into a run as he rushed toward the entrance.
His jaw was tight, and his expression was dark with tension.
But the moment he reached the doors—
He froze.
Neymar was standing in front of Sophia.
A bouquet of flowers was held carefully in his hands as he extended it toward her.
His posture was straight, and his voice was sincere.
“I fell for you the first time I saw you in London,” Neymar said.
Magnus stood still, his body rigid.
