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.

phone at his ear while tapping away on his tablet, dealing with work matters as if being bedridden barely

keeping a careful eye on the IV drip, watching

bottle was nearly

door to

the room, all brisk professionalism as he

Dr. Brown finally seemed

your diet —no

Take your medication with each meal, three times a

listened attentively, making mental

the doctor left, she stood guard, watching until Victor swallowed

pill.

bed with his tall lean frame, and sauntered over until he stood just in front of her. He leaned in close, his voice@low murmur by

Isadora's ears went crimson.

think you can handle

feigning innocence. "I can't

glanced at his bandaged

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

exasperated. "Fine! I'll

front of Victor, barely reaching his

careful not to jostle his injury, and pulled his black

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

black as ink—and

beat and

or sel

with his bare chest broad, muscled, white bandage across his shoulder and defined lines down to his black pants. There was a certain fragile restraint