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.

The

was set off by the deep black of the dress, making her seem almost luminous, as if her complexion were carved from the purest ivory,

of the room, his gaze was intense, tracing her silhouette from head to toe, then back up again, finally coming to rest on

eyes smoldered, something dark flickering beneath the surface. He leaned in, murmuring against her ear, "You're so beautiful,

him a playful shove.

hair behind her ear, his voice rough and tender at once. "When

slightly calloused, grazed her ear-half

shiver straight down

embarrassed glare and hurried out of the

retreat with a crooked, wickedly amused

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of Legacy National Bank was being held at a lavish

while staff in crisp uniforms glided by with silver trays. The place buzzed with life, the

estate shine like

stretched from the front gates to

in grand style.

entered on Victor's arm, a ripple of excitement ran through the

turned, first to Victor, then gradually to the woman

tailored black three-piece suit, a classic Windsor knot in his tie, and a neatly folded