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

eyes, his voice low and intent. "Do

looked up at him, confused. "What are

lowered his voice, mimicking her soft, lilting tone and drawing

couldn't help it—a radiant smile broke across her face, lighting

lip playfully, shooting Victor an exasperated glare but

answer.

whispered, "I'll let you off for

giving his chest a gentle punch

curious stares glued

the blush blooming across her cheeks, he

With elegant composure, Victor

to her, a

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

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

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

tight—her hand

her out

looked down, hiding the brief flicker of

eye, he saw another man a few feet away,

Magnus looked up