Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 132

Is this punishment for him—or for herself?

Once again, she'd fallen into this man's clever trap.

Warm breath brushed her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Isadora pressed her palm to his chest, her skin burning hot. She felt awkward, flustered, wanting to ignore him.

Victor reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair from her forehead. His touch was soft, almost reverent.

"What were you thinking about back then?" he asked quietly.

From the surveillance footage Director Lawson had sent over, the sequence was clear.

The truck driver took the corner full speed, never slowing down.

There was a brief moment, too, when Isadora lost focus at the wheel.

By the book, both drivers shared responsibility for the accident.

But Isadora's Mercedes was mangled, the damage far worse than the truck's.

And she'd been hurt more badly.

Plus, that scumbag of a man-how dare he frighten her like that?

A cold glint flashed in Victor's eyes as he recalled the scene.

bills and emotional damages. Someone like that

her lips

on the radio, that single, unforgettable

if this was news

rebellious as Victor

in

unsettled

relationship, helpless to stop herself, only to end up broken all over

keep it light, keep it simple. Enjoy the romance, but never give

the man standing in front

clean and chiseled, his brows arched, and those narrow, fox-like eyes, dark and magnetic, with a wicked,

was almost impossible not to

give you

locking onto her pale, delicate

and low. "Oh? What made you decide to give me

I've been promoted to

gaze dimmed

that she was falling for

too

when did

to his chest,

crisp,

Isadora decided, she'd let herself fall just

her

hear his heartbeat-steady, strong, as if