Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 249

Isadora knew that if Victor promised to look into something for her, he would see it through-no question about it.

That was why she'd been so confident earlier, telling everyone she was committed to taking on this project.

She called Wendy and said, "I've already got someone checking on the Abbott situation. We should have an update soon. Let's just stick to the plan for now."

After she hung up, Isadora stared at her phone, lost in thought.

She couldn't pinpoint when it had happened, but somewhere along the way she'd come to rely on Victor-trust him-in a way she never had with Magnus.

The depth of it unsettled her a little.

Victor appeared from the bedroom, fresh from his shower. He wore a black sweatshirt and gray lounge pants; his dark hair was damp and dripping slightly, a white towel slung casually around his neck as he ran it through his hair.

He leaned in the kitchen doorway, exuding a relaxed, effortless charm.

From where he stood, he could see Isadora at the stove, her hair piled up in a messy bun that revealed the elegant line of her neck-like a swan, regal and poised. She was bent slightly over the counter, lost in the rhythm of preparing dinner.

Under the warm glow of the kitchen lights, Isadora's shirt dress fit her tall, graceful figure perfectly. Her profile was gentle, focused; her movements, practiced and sure. She was a striking presence, as if she belonged in a painting.

Victor strode over, his footsteps measured and confident.

his arms around her waist from behind, resting his

voice low and teasing. "What are

when she suddenly felt the warmth of Victor's body pressed against her

she knew, he'd pulled her into

scent combined with the lingering steam from his shower. It

spatula slip as a splash of hot oil

Victor caught her hand just in

chided, his tone gentle. "Getting distracted while cooking can

fault you snuck up on me and broke

me handle this," she said, trying

raised an eyebrow. "Didn't

to cook for

just how possessive and unreasonable Victor could be, she didn't

Why don't you just

a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's the matter-shy? I've heard food tastes sweeter when you're

her eyes,

then, her phone buzzed with a

helplessly with the spatula.