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.

maybe, she realized, that's exactly why she wanted to

if she

seemed to sense

but it suddenly didn't smell quite

soft bark, Pudding seemed to say, "Dad's

Pudding, and gently ruffled his head. "Good boy.

into her

the spread of food on the table, her eyes lingering on the fresh crab Victor had just shelled

a half-dead ex ruin her

a moment, she set down her fork and pushed back her chair.

Victor's voice drifted in, low and edged with

can't get

bunch of freeloaders? How exactly do

end, the so-called experts could barely breathe, silenced by Victor's scathing

never lost his temper like this before. Now, all the experts

eye, Victor saw Isadora's slim

he said into the phone, "That's it. I want to

heartbeat later, Isadora's soft white arms wound around his waist,

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

simple question, and the irritation inside