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.

his food. Not just kibble—even the finest cuts of

to see if something was wrong. The idea of

here was Pudding, eating with gusto at

took-just seeing your beloved "mom" again, and

sense. Nearly thirteen

playing with Pudding, the two of them lost in their own world. At first, she'd only planned to use Pudding as

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, despite his size. And for such a sturdy dog, he

his ears, he'd wag his tail in

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

of the treats and

don't look like a pudding at all. Did Victor give

Woof! Woof!

familiar scent and