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.

arms around her waist

voice low and teasing. "What are

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

she knew, he'd pulled her into his

masculine scent combined with the

a splash of hot oil threatened to jump out

hand just in time,

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

fault you snuck up on me and

on, let me handle this," she said, trying

eyebrow. "Didn't know you could

to cook for Magnus, back when

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

don't you just

matter-shy? I've heard food tastes sweeter when you're a little embarrassed

rolled her eyes,

phone buzzed with

gestured helplessly with the spatula. "Can you check who