Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 235

Victor ended his call and stepped into the open-plan kitchen. He filled a ceramic bowl with boiling water, then added a handful of nourishing ingredients, moving with unhurried precision.

Twenty minutes later, the comforting aroma of the soup filled the apartment. It was ready.

In the bedroom, Isadora lay on the bed with her eyes closed. She’d been drifting in that half-awake, half-asleep state, but now any trace of drowsiness had vanished.

The sound of the bedroom door opening broke the silence.

Heavy footsteps padded across the room—slow, deliberate—drawing closer to the bed.

Her lashes fluttered as she clutched the blanket tighter, not daring to move.

She’d thought he would leave...

But Victor approached, tall and composed, a bowl of steaming soup cradled in his elegant hands. His shadow stretched long across the bed, the soft robe he wore doing little to conceal the restrained, almost monastic masculinity he exuded.

He held the bowl out to her, his tone casual and almost lazy. “I know you’re not asleep. Drink this.”

Isadora peeked out from under the covers, her wide eyes luminous against the soft spill of hair around her face. The blanket hid most of her features, making her look even more vulnerable—almost childlike.

She glanced at the bowl in his hand.

Victor slipped one hand into his pocket, the corners of his mouth lifting with a hint of amusement. “What, do you want me to feed you?”

At that, Isadora finally sat up, reached for the bowl, and drank it in one long swallow. She set the empty bowl on the nightstand.

A quiet “Thank you,” left her lips.

Victor didn’t look away, his eyes crinkling with a faint, teasing smile.

“Funny, that sounded more like you’re trying to send me away than show gratitude.”

He wasn’t wrong.

She didn’t know what had gotten into him tonight, why he was suddenly playing the attentive caretaker.

But she hadn’t forgotten that night—how coldly he’d turned her away.