Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 480

Isadora heard a sound and slowly opened her eyes.

She lifted her head, her amber eyes blinking in confusion at the man suddenly standing in the doorway.

Their gazes collided in the golden hush of evening; for a moment, neither said a word.

Outside, dusk had painted the sky in soft amber, its light spilling through the balcony and bathing the room in a warm, gilded glow.

Victor strode forward, stopping by the couch. He knelt on one knee and studied her, his eyes scanning her face. Then, without another word, he reached out and pulled her tightly into his arms.

God only knew how frantic he'd been when she vanished.

And the flood of emotion that crashed over him the moment he saw her message -he could barely describe it.

As Victor wrapped her in his embrace, Isadora instinctively pressed her hand against his chest, keeping a small but definite distance between them.

He felt her hesitation and narrowed his dark eyes, searching her face. "What's wrong?" he asked quietly.

Isadora didn't answer right away.

She knew that photo had been sent with malicious intent-someone had deliberately used it to bait her.

She couldn't let herself fall for it, couldn't risk Victor being threatened because of her.

him: Don't worry, I'm at Brocade Heights. Good luck at today's board meeting. Come

matter how rational she tried to be, a heaviness lingered in

that close to him, her greedy longing -made Isadora's skin crawl. The idea of returning to the Fitzgerald

come here, to Brocade

knew she could be

body until her stomach lurched.

reaching out to dab her lips. Isadora took them

if he were trying to see straight

feel her resistance-subtle, but sharp enough

Isadora picked up her phone from the table and handed it to

the phone, puzzled, but accepted it and opened

saw the

this shot before, not exactly. But he remembered

realized now just how

his hands on either side of her, fixing

eyes unreadable,

right words. "I don't know who took this photo. I'm guessing it was someone working for

was lying on the couch to The moment I saw her come near,

remained silent, her hands clenching tightly in

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