Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 108

Isadora's cheeks flushed, a soft pink coloring her ears as Victor's words lingered in the air.

Without hesitation, Victor reached out and slipped his hand into hers, the gesture intimate and easy, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

His palm was large and warm, enveloping her slender fingers completely.

Isadora wasn't used to this. The crisp early autumn breeze did nothing to cool the restless flutter in her chest. Her palm was already damp, and she instinctively tried to pull her hand away, not wanting him to notice.

But Victor didn't let go. At first, he'd just held her hand, but now his fingers interlaced with hers, holding her tighter.

She'd never held hands with anyone like this before. It felt so close, so unmistakably romantic-her heart thudded in her chest with nervous excitement.

Victor glanced down at her, lips curving into a teasing smile, his gaze playful. "Is it too warm for you?"

Isadora shot him a glare with her bright, expressive eyes, certain he was doing this on purpose.

She stubbornly replied, "I'm just hungry, that's all."

Victor chuckled softly, still holding her hand as he led her inside.

people and a

passing by caught sight of them, eyes going wide in surprise before

never seen the young master holding hands with a woman before. Isn't

she was special. Even Pudding, who never lets anyone near him, follows her around.

my words, the Fitzgerald family is about to

table was set with an array of dishes: sweet and tangy glazed ribs, steamed white fish, sautéed crab

delight, her mouth already

I just threw a few

not fight Pudding!" she protested, recalling how she'd simply

his eyes crinkling with amusement.

sit before expertly selecting the juiciest ribs and piling them onto a plate-until it was heaping full. Then, with an easy bend, he set the

over, tail wagging, and settled beside

her gaze drifting to Victor as he reached for a set of crab crackers. His long, deft fingers worked skillfully, extracting tender morsels of crab meat with practiced

but always found it too much trouble-especially in

Victor, she couldn't help but

placed the delicate, snowy crab meat

she asked,

setting aside the utensils before picking up a damp napkin to wipe his hands. Then, with gentle fingers, he brushed away a tiny bit of food from the corner of her

softened with