Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 482

Kemp:

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Victor dropped two large grocery bags onto the dining table and began unpacking them. Inside, there was a colorful array of fresh ingredients-packs of quality steak, free-range chicken, king prawns from the North Sea, and other protein-rich foods.

He sorted through the groceries, storing some in the freezer for later. The ingredients for dinner-fresh cod, sea cucumber, and a box of nourishing bird's nest to simmer for Isadora-he set aside on the counter.

Isadora looked up from her book, watching Victor's tall, lean figure disappear into the kitchen. He moved with the practiced ease of someone at home in the kitchen: flicking on the stove, setting the pan to heat, every motion calm and efficient.

Even here, sleeves rolled up and knife in hand, Victor's quiet elegance was impossible to miss.

While cooking, Victor called Finley.

Finley was driving, stuck in evening traffic. Tonight, Nanette had a late-night

shoot, and he was planning to surprise her. The backseat was loaded with takeout and a bouquet of roses.

"Hey, Prince-what's up?"

the way, the board meeting was a huge success

to the point, briefly explaining the situation with the photos

a bit touchy, you know. There's a saying-fight at night,

solutions, but Victor wasn't interested in patching things up in

brought the knife down, slicing through a steak.

his surgeon's hands instinctively tightening on the wheel. He'd never wielded

swallowed. "What are you doing over

"Cooking."

to himself, and set his mind to coming up with an actual solution. The board meeting was over; Victor would be proposing in a few days. If Isadora still had doubts, would she actually say no? No, no-don't jinx

tell her you love her?" Finley

hadn't

pressed on, "Say it every day-morning, noon, and night. She'll melt. Trust me. And

the

Uh?

woman he'd dated always asked if he loved her over and over, until he was sick of it. Come to think of it, Nanette had never asked

He was supposed to

his own.