Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 250

Victor tapped the notification and opened the chat without thinking. Suddenly, that message-just four words: *"Thunder scares me."*

The words hit Victor hard, catching him completely off guard as they lit up the darkness of his gaze.

His fingertips hovered over those words glowing on the cold glass of his phone.

He didn't remember ever receiving this message.

That day, his father had suffered a sudden stroke. Victor had rushed to the hospital to donate blood, leaving his phone and clothes with the housekeeper.

Now, silence pressed in all around him.

Across the kitchen, Isadora was plating a perfectly seared steak onto a white dish. "Isadora," Victor's voice was rough, low.

She glanced over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

Victor's arm tightened around her slender waist.

Without another word, he scooped her up and settled her onto the clean marble counter beside him, so they were face to face.

His eyes were dark, unwavering as he looked at her at first calm and deep, then slowly flickering with emotion. His voice dropped even lower. "That night... I didn't know you wanted me to come back."

Isadora blinked, her dark eyes wide and clear.

His words yanked her back to that lonely evening: sitting alone at the table, mustering up the courage to send that message.

"You told me your grandfather was

Victor's eyes. He murmured,

it was just another night he hadn't

hadn't realized she'd been waiting, hoping he'd come back, sending him that

weren't the same at

out strained. "It's fine. It's in the

cupped the back of her

the kiss, his warmth seeping right into her nerves. Breathless, mouth still pressed to hers, he whispered, "Silly

breath was warm

Her heart felt

kissed countless

kiss-tinged with apology-unsettled her the

lips parted.

He leaned in, ear close.

said, "We

slipped beneath the hem

circles along the smooth skin

right now I just

thick and heady,

regret, affection—all tangled together,

gasped, unable to hold

"Isadora."

dazed and