Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 119

"I'm sorry, Isadora. I know you're only saying these harsh things to me because you're jealous, but this is between us—can't we talk it out privately? I'll do whatever you want."

Isadora couldn’t help but scoff inwardly.

Elise was a master at twisting the truth, always playing the victim. With her delicate, tear-streaked face, there was hardly a man alive who could resist her sob story.

Annoyance pricked at Isadora—she worried Victor might actually buy into Elise’s lies. She stood up, instinctively wanting to explain herself to him.

But before she could say a word, Victor’s voice cut cold through the tension.

"Please. I’m not Magnus. That act doesn’t work on me."

His eyes, fixed on Elise, held not a trace of sympathy—only an icy indifference.

Elise flushed bright red at his words.

She hadn’t expected Victor to be so utterly unmoved, so immune to her charms. Even her best tricks were useless against him.

Desperate, Elise tried to protest further.

But Victor stepped past her, grabbed a napkin from the table, and gently took Isadora’s hand, dabbing away the water that had splashed onto her skin.

His gaze softened as he looked down, his voice low and faintly anxious. "Are you alright?"

Isadora felt the warmth of his palm enveloping her slender fingers. The heat from his touch seemed to seep right through her, making her heart pound even harder.

"I'm fine," she murmured, barely above a whisper.

Elise watched the scene unfold, rubbing her eyes as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Victor’s deep voice carried a subtle threat. "Good thing my girlfriend says she’s fine. Otherwise, Ms. Harrison, you wouldn’t be going home tonight."