Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 471

Tonight's charity gala was a spectacle-reporters everywhere, even the police showed up.

No surprise it caused such a stir; the whole thing was trending at the top of every news feed online.

Victor knowing about it didn't shock Isadora in the least.

She pressed her lips together, then decided to come clean. "When I came with Nanette that day, I asked her to help me find someone to tail Olivia and her friends. I bugged them and listened in on their conversation. Then I used the recording to expose Olivia's crimes-that's what tonight was about."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"At the time, I wasn't sure it was really Olivia. I was just suspicious, so... I kept quiet."

Victor let out a noncommittal hum.

Isadora glanced up, searching his face for any hint of emotion, but the moonlight streaming in from the window only made his expression harder to read. His lashes cast shadows, concealing whatever he was feeling.

"I made sure I wasn't in any danger when I did it," she added, almost ready to raise three fingers and swear it was the truth.

Victor snorted and tapped her forehead, not bothering to hide his annoyance.

Seeing his expression finally soften, Isadora felt herself relax too.

Emboldened, she shot back, "You were so scary just now, do you even realize?"

brow. "That

feigning indignation. "What else would you

angry, you wouldn't have made it

you actually wanted to keep me out? And to think

to the bowl on the desk, and he let out

like sweets. Did you bring that pumpkin soup for yourself or for

He'd caught her red-handed.

to admit defeat. "If I eat it, that means the baby gets it. If the baby

curled into a smile, his tone a low, indulgent rumble. "All

clean, elegant fingers picking up the bowl. Scooping up a spoonful, he

mouth and letting him spoon the sweet soup past

velvety, laced with cinnamon and cream, a little too sweet but

hint of

out, Victor's gaze darkened, his voice dropping. "Is it

a taste. "Mm-hmm,

"Sure."

leaned in and pressed his lips

as if she were the

needed.

as he pulled away, his eyes glimmering with mischief, dark as polished

pale cheeks flushed a delicate

the bowl of pumpkin