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.

away on his tablet, dealing with work matters

meal, keeping a careful eye on the IV drip, watching

second bottle was

went to the door to call for the

room, all brisk professionalism as he carefully removed the

present, but Dr. Brown finally seemed

need daily IV medication for a full week. And watch your diet —no spicy foods, no shellfish, and avoid strenuous activity. Keep the

your medication with each

attentively, making mental

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

pill.

lean frame, and sauntered over until he stood just in front of her. He leaned in close, his voice@low murmur by her ear "You're being so attentive... Why

of Isadora's ears went crimson. Her words

you can

an eyebrow, feigning innocence.

at his

out a wounded

Tnet

lose the use of my arm. But I'm a grown

exasperated. "Fine! I'll help

front of Victor, barely reaching his shoulder, feeling

to jostle his injury, and pulled his black shirt up and over

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

of his lashes, black as ink—and her own reflection in

a beat and her

or sel

with his bare chest broad, muscled, white bandage across his shoulder