Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 482

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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?"

huge success today. The Fitzgerald Group's stock

flattery and cut straight to the point, briefly explaining the situation

bit touchy, you know. There's a saying-fight at night, make up by morning. Why not give that a

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

right hand, he brought the knife down, slicing through

thud on the line, his surgeon's hands instinctively tightening

"What are you doing

"Cooking."

up with an actual solution. The board meeting was over; Victor would be proposing in a

about you just tell her you love

narrowed his eyes; hadn't

it every day-morning, noon, and night.

by the sound of Victor hanging

Uh?

over, until he was sick of it. Come to think of it, Nanette had never asked him that. Why not? He didn't like clingy women, but being too aloof made

the hell! He was supposed to be solving Victor's problems,

his own.