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.

was unyielding—she couldn't budge

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

looked up at him, confused. "What are you

He deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking her soft, lilting

radiant smile broke across her face, lighting

shooting Victor an exasperated glare but

answer.

darkened with 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 single

his chest a gentle punch and finally managing to wedge some distance

of a dozen curious stares

blush blooming across her cheeks, he

With elegant composure, Victor

hand to her,

was warm and deep, every word

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

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

holding tight—her hand small and delicate in his

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

the door, Terrell caught sight of the couple leaving together. He looked down, hiding

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

looked up and met