Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 411

Terrell exchanged a few more words with Isadora, then turned and walked away.

Victor watched him go with a cool, dismissive glance, before wrapping his arms around Isadora's slender waist again. He drew her close, holding her so she was face to face with him, their bodies pressed together.

With his head lowered, Victor met her eyes—a stormy, jealous look in his own. "From now on, I don't want to see you smiling at other men," he declared.

Isadora blinked, her clear eyes innocent as she protested, "Was I even smiling?"

Victor gave a low, skeptical hum, then pulled his lips into a teasing imitation of her usual smile.

"Just like that—you smiled exactly like that."

Seeing him bare a row of pearly teeth, Isadora couldn't help but stifle a laugh.

"So what, am I supposed to keep a straight face and look all stern whenever I talk to another man? People would think I'm a weirdo."

Victor's lips quirked in amusement. "Honestly, that might not be such a bad idea."

If she weren't so stubborn about her independence, he'd keep her hidden away at home, far from prying eyes.

"You're impossible," Isadora muttered, ready to move on.

After all, they were standing in the middle of the interview studio, surrounded by journalists, cameramen, and a handful of Pulse News executives hovering nearby, clearly wanting to approach but not daring to interrupt. The last thing Isadora wanted was to become the center of gossip.

But Victor's grip was unyielding—she couldn't budge an inch.

He gazed deeply into her eyes, his voice low and intent. "Do you remember what you owe me?"

She looked up at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"

Victor's lips curved into a mischievous, lonely smile. He deliberately lowered his voice, mimicking her soft, lilting tone and drawing out the words. "What do you mean, ‘what'?"

Isadora couldn't help it—a radiant smile broke across her face, lighting up the entire studio like spring sun.

She bit her lip playfully, shooting Victor an exasperated glare but refusing to answer.

Victor's eyes darkened with affection. He slowly bent down, his lips brushing against hers, and whispered, "I'll let you off for now. But once we're married, I expect to hear you call me ‘husband' every single day."

Sensing someone's gaze, Magnus looked up and met Terrell's eyes.

For a moment, the two men simply stared at each other, both expressions shadowed and unreadable.

Magnus's face was as icy as ever, his tone edged with bitterness. "What are you looking at? Don't get me wrong—I'm not like you. At least I had her, once."

Terrell's gentle features hardened. "Is that so? Well, at least I'm still her friend. You're nothing to her now."

The words hit Magnus like a knife to the heart.

He'd been trying to convince himself to move on from Isadora. She didn't love him anymore—surely he wasn't the sort to cling desperately to someone who'd let him go.

That wasn't him. Or so he told himself.

But whenever a friend mentioned the smallest detail about her, he realized just how flimsy his resolve really was.

Magnus's voice was cold as steel. "A friend? What good is that? Standing by and watching her walk into another man's arms—I'd rather not watch at all."