Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 110

The tension between them was palpable, as if someone had struck a match and set their tempers ablaze.

Suddenly, an obnoxiously loud ringtone sliced through the thick silence, startling them both.

Victor glanced at his phone with casual indifference, then shot a quick, cool look at Isadora's pale, porcelain face.

Her expression was a touch severe, eyes quietly defiant in a way most people would miss.

Letting go of her chin, Victor stood up, his long legs carrying him to the marble balcony outside. He answered the call with a flick of his wrist.

Isadora lowered her gaze and continued picking at her dinner, but her eyes would stray to the glass window, watching Victor's tall silhouette framed by the night.

He cut an imposing figure out there-broad-shouldered, long-limbed, dressed in black. Usually, he carried himself with a sort of careless charm, even a hint of mischief. But now, something cold and unapproachable radiated from him—an aloofness that kept everyone at arm's length.

Isadora had to admit it: she wasn't ready to open her heart to someone new just yet.

She thought back-what would she have done if Magnus had been upset with her?

No, with Magnus, she would have soothed him before he even had the chance to frown.

She'd never let him be angry for long; she'd bend over backwards to keep him happy, always attentive and thoughtful.

realized, that's exactly why she wanted to act

balcony, and wondered if she

little golden retriever, seemed to

a rib on his plate, but it suddenly didn't smell

out a soft bark, Pudding

his head. "Good boy. I think

his fuzzy head into her palm, offering

food on the table, her eyes

Why let a half-dead ex ruin her

moment, she set down her fork and pushed back her chair. Step by step,

she approached, Victor's voice drifted in, low

you can't get this

paying you top dollar-are you experts or a bunch of freeloaders? How exactly do you

other end, the so-called experts could barely breathe, silenced by Victor's scathing tirade. No

lost his temper like this before. Now, all the experts could

corner of his eye,

I want to see progress tomorrow." Then he

arms wound around his

Her voice was sweet and mellow, like wine soaked in summer fruit-a softness he wasn't used

simple question, and the irritation