Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 411

Terrell exchanged a few more words with Isadora, then turned and walked away.

Victor watched him go with a cool, dismissive glance, before wrapping his arms around Isadora's slender waist again. He drew her close, holding her so she was face to face with him, their bodies pressed together.

With his head lowered, Victor met her eyes-a stormy, jealous look in his own. "From now on, I don't want to see you smiling at other men," he declared.

Isadora blinked, her clear eyes innocent as she protested, "Was I even smiling?"

Victor gave a low, skeptical hum, then pulled his lips into a teasing imitation of her usual smile.

"Just like that—you smiled exactly like that."

Seeing him bare a row of pearly teeth, Isadora couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"So what, am I supposed to keep a straight face and look all stern whenever I talk to another man? People would think I'm a weirdo."

Victor's lips quirked in amusement. "Honestly, that might not be such a bad idea."

If she weren't so stubborn about her independence, he'd keep her hidden away at home, far from prying eyes.

"You're impossible," Isadora muttered, ready to move on.

After all, they were standing in the middle of the interview studio, surrounded by journalists, cameramen, and a handful of Pulse News executives hovering nearby, clearly wanting to approach but not daring to interrupt. The last thing Isadora wanted was to become the center of gossip.

unyielding—she couldn't budge an

her eyes, his voice low and intent. "Do you remember what you

at him, confused. "What

lips curved into a mischievous, lonely smile. He deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking

smile broke across her

shooting Victor an exasperated glare but refusing

answer.

"I'll let you off for now. But once we're married, I

Let me go-everyone's watching!" Isadora protested, giving his chest a gentle punch and finally managing to wedge some distance between them.

a dozen curious stares glued to them, but Victor seemed serenely

seeing the blush blooming

With elegant composure, Victor

hand to

was warm and deep,

like a work of art was offered to her with a quiet sense of ceremony, as

chest, spreading to every part of her body. Slowly, she

holding tight—her hand small and delicate in

her out of the studio, all eyes upon

He looked down, hiding the brief

of his eye, he saw another man a few feet away, also staring after the departing couple, radiating a cold, unapproachable presence.

someone's gaze, Magnus looked