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.

at his ear while tapping away on his tablet,

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

second bottle was nearly

door to call for

all brisk professionalism as he

was because Isadora was present, but Dr. Brown finally seemed able to act like a proper

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 meal,

attentively, making mental notes of

stood guard,

pill.

he stood just in front of her. He leaned in close, his voice@low murmur

went crimson. Her words came out in

"I think you can handle

eyebrow, feigning innocence. "I can't manage

at his bandaged

out a

Tnet

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

rolled her eyes, exasperated. "Fine! I'll help you with your

of Victor, barely reaching

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

Victor's sharp, narrow

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

skipped a beat and

or sel

floor again, she found herself face-to-face with his bare chest broad, muscled, white bandage across