Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 395

Victor lounged lazily against the pillows, half-reclined on the bed, his gaze fixed intently on Isadora. His eyes were as quiet and unfathomable as a midnight forest, silent and deep.

Isadora reached over, carefully bringing a spoonful of soup to his lips.

Obediently, Victor parted his lips and swallowed, the sharp line of his Adam's apple bobbing with the motion.

Still, his dark, drowning gaze never left her face.

Isadora finally couldn't take it. She glared at him. "Can you please just eat your meal properly?"

Victor's lips curled up in a faint smile. "Aren't I being perfectly cooperative?"

"Then why are you staring at me like that?"

Her heart was pounding so hard, she swore it could break the speed limit.

If he kept looking at her like that any longer-

She was sure she'd melt under the intensity of his gaze.

Victor's deep, low voice was rich with affection. "Because my wife is beautiful."

Men really did have a way with sweet words.

Not that Isadora would ever admit how those words made her heart flutter.

She pressed her lips together to hide her smile and ordered, "Close your eyes, or I'm not feeding you anymore."

He chuckled, his laughter rumbling in his chest, his tone teasing and indulgent. "You really are a tyrant, you know that?"

Eventually, Isadora managed to finish feeding him.

answered, balancing the phone at his ear while tapping away on his tablet, dealing with work matters as if

careful eye on the IV

bottle was

went to the door to

into the room, all brisk professionalism as he carefully

finally seemed able to

week. And watch your diet —no spicy foods, no shellfish, and avoid strenuous activity. Keep the bandage dry

on the table. Take your medication with each meal, three

making mental notes of

stood guard, watching until Victor swallowed every

pill.

in front of her. He leaned in close, his voice@low murmur by her ear

went crimson. Her words came

you can

arched an eyebrow, feigning

glanced at

let out a

Tnet

doctor said i can't get the wound wet. If water gets in, it could get infected-and I might lose the use of my arm. But I'm a grown man. I should be independent, shouldn't rely on anyone. But what can I do? No

"Fine! I'll help you with

Victor, barely reaching his shoulder, feeling

on tiptoe, careful not to jostle his injury, and pulled his black shirt

up, she met Victor's sharp, narrow eyes, a mischievous glint dancing in

his lashes, black as ink—and her own

skipped a beat

or sel

feet touched the floor again, she found herself face-to-face with his bare chest broad, muscled, white