Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 420

Carter spoke respectfully, "Sir, would you prefer something European or American for dinner tonight?"

Victor shook his head. "No need. I'll cook."

The words had barely left his mouth when the staff collectively froze, exchanging startled glances as though they'd just witnessed something unbelievable.

Victor calmly directed Carter to gather the ingredients he needed.

Carter's jaw, which had dropped in shock, finally closed as he snapped out of it. He quickly told the other staff to get moving.

In the kitchen, Victor slipped off his suit jacket and rolled up his dress shirt sleeves, revealing strong, defined forearms. He cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced ease, whisking them briskly with a fork. The golden yolks frothed and danced with every movement.

Isadora leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, quietly watching him from behind.

Tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Victor looked effortlessly elegant-even from behind, his refined bearing was unmistakable.

There was something undeniably attractive about a man who could cook.

As if he could sense her gaze, Victor spoke without turning around, his voice low and relaxed, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Staring at me like that... I'm flattered."

Isadora blushed and quickly glanced away.

Just then, a loud bark echoed from the hallway.

Isadora's face lit up with joy.

Pudding was here!

bounding in, tugging Carter along behind her. The butler struggled to keep up, breathless and red-faced as the

hard to tell who was walking

I've... brought... Pudding... in," Carter managed between gasps, mopping sweat from his brow. The

Pudding barked even

joyful yelps echoed through the

Isadora, Victor appeared

sat down just inches from Isadora, looking up

knelt down and stroked Pudding's fur, speaking

"Woof! Woof!"

"Pudding."

"Woof, woof."

closer but

more than to hug her, but even before she'd been pregnant, Pudding was almost too much for her to pick up now

you right now, sweetie. I have

and you might

the baby's born, I'll lift

at her slender figure, rolling

woman barely weighed more than

if Pudding was supposed to be lifting her, or the other

Pudding understood or not, the dog didn't try

she stepped forward and tried

it-this silly dog always lost her