Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 428

"Victor, if you don't like what I'm doing, you know you can just tell me," Isadora said quietly.

Victor waved his hand, and with practiced discretion, the servants, stylists, and makeup artists slipped out of the room, leaving the two of them alone.

Something was different about Isadora today. He couldn't quite put his finger on it -maybe it was the way she looked at him, or perhaps the fact that she was standing so close.

Victor's eyes darkened as he became aware of the softness beneath his touch. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, his voice slow and deliberate. "If you like it, then I'll like it too."

Isadora fluttered her lashes. "So, if I actually wore that sexy dress out tonight, what would you do?"

Victor narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flickering in their depths. "Trying to get a rise out of me, are you?"

Without waiting for her answer, he pulled her into his arms, his hand slipping boldly under the hem of her dress.

She squeaked, squirming. "Victor, that tickles-"

"Will you still dare to tease me, hmm?" he murmured, his tone low and warning.

She shook her head frantically. "No, not anymore... Victor, if you keep this up, I'll I'll get mad..."

After a playful struggle, Isadora finally settled on a black evening gown.

of her stomach, but the fitted dress revealed just enough. The gown was strapless, crafted from the finest satin,

like an enchanting sprite-mysterious and irresistible. Her fair skin was set off by the deep black of the dress, making her seem almost luminous, as if her complexion were carved from the purest

then

in, murmuring against her ear, "You're so beautiful, I want

giving him a playful

his voice rough and tender at once. "When we get

grazed her ear-half

straight down her

an embarrassed glare and hurried

her retreat with a crooked, wickedly

*

the chairman of Legacy National Bank was being held at a lavish five-story

house blazed with light; champagne glasses clinked and laughter echoed through the rooms, while staff in crisp uniforms glided by with silver trays. The place buzzed with life, the glow spitting

shine like

carpet stretched from the front gates

in grand style.

Victor's arm, a ripple of

eyes turned, first to Victor, then gradually to the

suit, a classic Windsor knot in his tie, and