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

voice low and intent. "Do you remember what you

at him, confused. "What are you

lowered his voice, mimicking her soft,

it—a radiant smile broke across her

bit her lip playfully, shooting Victor an exasperated

answer.

affection. He slowly bent down, his lips brushing against hers, and whispered, "I'll let you off for now. But once we're married, I expect to hear you call me 'husband' every

chest a gentle punch and finally managing

the heat of a dozen curious stares

blush blooming across her cheeks, he released

With elegant composure, Victor

to her,

his lips. His voice was warm and deep, every word

with a quiet sense of ceremony,

hesitated only a moment. Warmth flooded her chest, spreading to every part of her body. Slowly, she placed her hand in

fingers threaded through hers, holding tight—her hand small and

in hand, Victor led her out of the studio, all

He looked down, hiding the brief flicker of sadness in his eyes, and

feet away, also staring after the departing couple, radiating a cold, unapproachable presence.

gaze, Magnus looked