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?"

a brow.

feigning indignation.

were really angry, you wouldn't have made it

actually wanted to keep me out? And to think I was

dark eyes flicked over to the bowl on

like sweets. Did you bring

He'd caught her red-handed.

the baby gets it. If the baby gets it, shouldn't

his tone a low, indulgent rumble. "All

over, his clean, elegant fingers picking up the bowl. Scooping up

the attention, opening her mouth and letting

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

resist licking a hint of coconut from

gaze darkened, his voice dropping. "Is

assumed he wanted a taste. "Mm-hmm, do you want some? It's

"Sure."

and pressed his lips to hers, tasting

if

he needed.

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

cheeks flushed

them, the bowl of pumpkin soup