Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 373

A thick, sultry scent still lingered in the air.

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The next morning.

Soft sunlight slipped quietly through the gray curtains, spilling into the room like a golden veil draped over every corner.

Suddenly, a cell phone began to ring.

A strong, well-defined arm reached out from under the covers, feeling along the nightstand for the phone. The man's voice was warm and satisfied as he answered, "Hello?"

The person on the other end spoke for a moment.

Victor's sleepy haze vanished in an instant.

He sat up in bed, his bare torso—abs chiseled like marble—catching the morning light.

A woman lay curled across his lap.

He gazed at her, eyes deep and intense, one hand gently stroking her hair while the other held the phone. His tone was curt as he issued an order, "Set the schedule."

He hung up.

Isadora stirred, still half-asleep.

Without thinking, she wrapped her arms tighter around his firm waist.

Victor relished her touch, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

He couldn't help but notice—since yesterday, Isadora seemed a little different.

But he couldn't quite put his finger on what had changed.

Isadora blinked her eyes open.

She found him watching her, gaze unwavering and full of raw affection, deep as a rolling sea.

She reached up to touch his forehead.

No more fever.

A weight lifted from her heart.

Victor's mouth curved into a soft smile. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed her fingertips. "All thanks to you."

His words carried a double meaning.

Heat rushed to Isadora's cheeks as memories of last night flooded back.

Belated embarrassment washed over her, her face tinged with pink, eyes shimmering in the gentle morning light.

It had been her first time.