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.

grip was unyielding—she couldn't

voice low and

looked up at him, confused. "What are you talking

curved into a mischievous, lonely smile. He deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking her soft, lilting tone and drawing out the words. "What

smile broke across her face, lighting

Victor an exasperated glare but

answer.

lips brushing against hers, and whispered, "I'll let you off for now. But once we're married, I expect

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

heat of a dozen curious stares glued to them,

last, seeing the blush blooming across her cheeks, he released

With elegant composure, Victor

his hand to

lips. His voice was warm and deep, every word deliberate: "Shall

her with a quiet sense of ceremony, as if this was a promise

flooded her chest, spreading to every

through hers, holding tight—her hand small and delicate

led her out of the studio, all

He looked down,

of the corner of his eye, he saw another man a few feet away, also staring after the departing couple,

someone's gaze, Magnus looked up and