Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 46

The moment he stepped into the back garden, Victor froze in his tracks. Across the lawn, he immediately spotted that familiar, graceful silhouette.

So that's why Pudding had been acting out of sorts, he realized.

And the woman responsible? None other than Isadora.

She wore a fitted, gray one-shoulder business dress-professional but flattering, hugging every elegant curve. The hem brushed just above her knees, showing off a pair of perfectly sculpted, porcelain legs.

Isadora had her back to him, so Victor couldn't see her face. But her light, ringing laughter, mingled with Pudding's excited barking, filled the entire garden.

"Ready? One, two, three-go fetch, Pudding!" she called.

She was teasing Pudding with a dog toy, tossing it across the lawn. No matter how far she threw it, Pudding dashed after it and brought it right back, tail wagging, eyes shining with joy.

They repeated this three or four times, each time ending with Isadora offering him a handful of treats. Pudding gobbled them up, jaws working noisily.

arched an eyebrow. Lately, this spoiled mutt had barely touched his food. Not just kibble—even the finest cuts of meat couldn't tempt him

see if something was wrong. The idea of the esteemed Dr. Finley being summoned for a dog's eating habits was almost

Pudding, eating with gusto

smirk. So that's all it took-just seeing your beloved "mom" again, and

it made sense. Nearly

Isadora was completely absorbed in playing with Pudding, the two of them lost in their own world. At first, she'd only planned to use Pudding as an excuse to get into the house and

really did like this Samoyed. All that fluffy white fur, those bright, intelligent black eyes that seemed to look straight into your soul. He was adorable and clever,

behind his ears, he'd wag his

she wondered if she'd raised him herself, the bond felt so natural. Samoyeds were known for being fiercely

fed Pudding the last of the treats and

Pudding, huh? You don't look like a pudding at all. Did Victor give you that name?" she asked,

Woof! Woof!

caught a familiar scent and bounded past her, heading straight across the