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 act differently

the balcony, and wondered if she should stop dragging the baggage of past

retriever, seemed to

rib on his plate, but

Pudding

his head.

head into her palm,

her eyes lingering on

let a half-dead ex ruin her life

back her chair. Step by step, she walked toward the

drifted in, low and edged with

you can't get this project off

a bunch of freeloaders? How exactly do

the so-called experts could barely breathe, silenced

for his rigor at work, but even in worse situations, he'd never lost his temper like this before. Now, all the experts could do was murmur, "We'll do our

of his eye, Victor saw Isadora's slim

the phone, "That's it. I

white arms wound around

soaked in summer fruit-a softness he wasn't used to, something that made his

the irritation