Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 259

Victor strolled over and flopped down on the couch, all swagger and indifference. He sprawled out, legs apart, eyes shadowed and unreadable as he stared at the woman across the room.

"So, is that mutt the only thing you see right now?"

His voice dripped with jealousy and frustration.

Pudding, meanwhile, was beside himself with excitement, circling around Isadora nonstop.

Hearing Victor's words, Isadora glanced up at him, tempted to give this man a little attention just to keep the peace.

But Pudding was relentless, nuzzling and nudging her for all he was worth, so she just shot Victor a look and said, "Why don't you entertain yourself for a minute?"

Victor snatched up the remote, flicking restlessly through channels, his brooding gaze flickering from the woman to the dog.

Finally, he tossed the remote aside and snapped his fingers with a sharp crack.

Pudding, who had been climbing all over Isadora, instantly sat down, suddenly the picture of obedience. He didn't dare move, just tilted his adorable face up, glancing pleadingly from Victor to Isadora, eyes shining with unshed tears.

Isadora shot Victor an exasperated look. "What's your problem? He hardly ever gets to visit, and this is how you treat him?"

“He hardly ever gets to visit, and

burst out

it with slices of roast beef, ham, and every kind of cold cut

in, munching

soft, fluffy fur, then, as if making casual conversation, said, "Pudding is adorable. I remember you said you were looking after him for someone else.

full of hidden meaning. After a moment, he crooked his finger, beckoning

In a flash, Victor grabbed her

their breaths mingling in the quiet

prickling under her skin. She tried to step back,

the corners of his mouth curled in amusement,

"Jealous, are we?"

caught. She quickly straightened, tilting her chin in mock defiance. "Why would I be jealous? I'm just curious-Pudding's so cute. I was

found herself caught in the depths of his

reached out and gently pinched her

with her earlobes. Every time, he said they felt like the softest cotton,

he bit them—well, Isadora could barely stand it, trembling

she looked, all

fingers brushed her ear, a cool shiver ran down Isadora's spine, her

"Why are you blushing?"