Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 212

Isadora bit her lip, her voice barely above a whisper. "How about I just feed you myself?"

After a moment's hesitation, she grabbed a fork and awkwardly speared a piece of mushroom, offering it to Victor.

The crystal chandelier cast a soft glow across the living room, illuminating Victor's striking features-sharp jawline, piercing eyes, his expression unreadable in the shifting light.

When Isadora held out the fork, Victor parted his lips, taking the bite from her with deliberate slowness.

He chewed, swallowed, and then, lifting his chin with a cool nonchalance, signaled for more.

Isadora's mouth twitched in annoyance. Gritting her teeth, she stabbed another piece of mushroom and held it out again.

But as she extended her hand, Victor suddenly caught her off guard, grabbing her and pulling her toward him.

Before she could react, Isadora tumbled right into his lap.

Victor had just come out of the shower, the clean scent of soap and his own cool, enigmatic cologne enveloping her, seeping into her senses. There was something almost predatory about it.

made her skin flush with

was lazy, almost teasing. "I think this is a

your dreams," she muttered under

faint smile playing on his lips. "Why?

She scowled, snapping back, "My ex would never act

a cold

mouth than he released her, pushing her gently

arrogance of his, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned, he was dressed in a casual

There had to be something wrong with

at the spread on the dining table, she realized her appetite had vanished. She picked at her food, eating just

glanced over to see Victor sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through his phone,

over, stopping a safe distance away-about three feet. She

we need

up, just shot her a sidelong glance and curled his

going to say something I don't want to hear, you

spike. How was she supposed to know what he

a steady voice, "I know we're together because of our arrangement, but I'd like to set