Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 203

Isadora blinked, her long lashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

“And what makes you think I’m upset?”

Victor stood up slowly, his imposing frame casting an invisible weight over the room.

He fixed her with those dark, fathomless eyes—depths as endless as a midnight sky.

He tapped a finger lightly against his chest. “Right here. I can see it clear as day.”

“So, tell me—who dared upset my little piglet? I’ll have a word with them.”

Isadora dropped her gaze, avoiding the heat in his stare. She stayed silent.

Victor reached out and pinched her cheek, her skin pale as porcelain and impossibly soft, smooth as silk beneath his fingers.

“Victor!” Isadora’s thoughts tangled, and she pushed his hand away. “Stop grabbing at me.”

He arched a brow, a playful smile teasing his lips. “Oh? It was fine yesterday, but not today? My, aren’t you fickle, princess?”

She huffed, lips pursed. “Just don’t touch me.”

“Alright, alright. I’ll be generous. I won’t touch you—here, you can touch me instead.”

He bent closer, bringing his striking, chiseled face right up to hers until their eyes met—his gaze unwavering, intense.

Then, without waiting for permission, he pressed her delicate hand against his cheek.

Isadora’s mind raced. Had this hand touched his childhood sweetheart, too? The thought flashed through her head, chilling her to the core like a bucket of cold water.

She tried to pull away, but his grip was unyielding.

“Let go of me,” she said, frowning.

“Nope.”

When Victor was in a bad mood, he could drive anyone mad. But when he cared, he made it impossible to resist getting swept up in it.

Isadora’s chest ached with a bittersweet sting—not quite painful, but enough to make her feel raw inside. Sometimes she wanted to cry, sometimes she just felt helpless and small.

She felt like an outsider, watching herself from a distance, powerless to do anything.

Her lips pressed together in stubborn resolve. After a moment, she lifted her chin and said, “Maybe you could try not running off to flirt with someone else and then coming back to toy with me.”

“Someone else?”

Victor’s sharp eyes narrowed.

He actually paused to think. The only person who’d been close to him these past few days—aside from her—was a man.

“Ah, so Piggy Vaughan is this possessive, huh? Jealous of men too? Alright, tomorrow I’ll have Kemp put on unpaid leave. Can’t have anyone upsetting you, can I?”