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.

intimacy made her skin flush with heat, and she instinctively tried

was lazy, almost teasing. "I think this is a much more romantic way

dreams," she muttered

a faint smile playing on his lips. "Why? Never tried this with

speechless. She scowled, snapping back,

a cold laugh. "Is

the words left his mouth than he released her, pushing her gently back onto her

off with that cool arrogance of his, and disappeared into the bedroom. When he returned, he was dressed in a casual black

to be something wrong

appetite had vanished. She picked at her food,

Victor sprawled on the sofa, scrolling through his phone, apparently

while, Isadora walked over, stopping a safe distance away-about

need to

didn't look up, just shot her a sidelong glance and curled his lips

you're going to say something I don't want to

she supposed to know

in a steady voice, "I know we're