Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 373

A thick, sultry scent still lingered in the air.

...

The next morning.

Soft sunlight slipped quietly through the gray curtains, spilling into the room like a

golden veil draped over every corner.

Suddenly, a cell phone began to ring.

A strong, well-defined arm reached out from under the covers, feeling along the nightstand for the phone. The man's voice was warm and satisfied as he answered, "Hello?"

The person on the other end spoke for a moment.

Victor's sleepy haze vanished in an instant.

He sat up in bed, his bare torso-abs chiseled like marble-catching the morning light.

A woman lay curled across his lap.

He gazed at her, eyes deep and intense, one hand gently stroking her hair while

the other held the phone. His tone was curt as he issued an order, "Set the schedule."

He hung up.

Isadora stirred, still half-asleep.

thinking, she wrapped her arms tighter around his firm

faint smile tugging

couldn't help but notice-since yesterday, Isadora seemed a

he couldn't quite put his

her

watching her, gaze unwavering and full of raw

reached up to

No more fever.

weight lifted

mouth curved into a soft smile. He brought her hand

"All

words carried

Isadora's cheeks as memories of last

her face tinged with pink, eyes shimmering

been

pinning her with that dark, smoldering gaze. His voice was low and teasing,

Isadora's face burned.

a hand

"Not another word!"

vibrated against her palm, making

a moment, everything

tone suddenly earnest. "Isadora, I need to take a

uncertain

his voice was soft, indulgent. "What kind of wedding do

you dream of, I'll give you.

explain why, but her eyes suddenly stung with the threat