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?"

meeting was a huge success

and cut straight to the point, briefly explaining the situation with the photos and

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

liked simple, physical solutions, but Victor wasn't interested in patching things up in bed. He didn't want any lingering doubts

his right hand, he brought the knife down, slicing through a steak. "Something useful,

the sharp thud on the line, his surgeon's hands instinctively tightening on the wheel. He'd never

are you

"Cooking."

relaxed, nodding 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

her you love her?"

hadn't he said

every day-morning, noon, and night. She'll melt. Trust me. And

cut off by the

Uh?

that practical advice? Every 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 him that. Why not? He didn't like clingy women, but being too

was supposed to be solving Victor's problems, not

his own.