Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 420

Carter spoke respectfully, "Sir, would you prefer something European or American for dinner tonight?"

Victor shook his head. "No need. I'll cook."

The words had barely left his mouth when the staff collectively froze, exchanging startled glances as though they'd just witnessed something unbelievable.

Victor calmly directed Carter to gather the ingredients he needed.

Carter's jaw, which had dropped in shock, finally closed as he snapped out of it. He quickly told the other staff to get moving.

In the kitchen, Victor slipped off his suit jacket and rolled up his dress shirt sleeves, revealing strong, defined forearms. He cracked eggs into a bowl with practiced ease, whisking them briskly with a fork. The golden yolks frothed and danced with every movement.

Isadora leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, quietly watching him from behind.

Tall and lean, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, Victor looked effortlessly elegant—even from behind, his refined bearing was unmistakable.

There was something undeniably attractive about a man who could cook.

As if he could sense her gaze, Victor spoke without turning around, his voice low and relaxed, a hint of a smile in his tone. "Staring at me like that… I'm flattered."

Isadora blushed and quickly glanced away.

Just then, a loud bark echoed from the hallway.

Isadora's face lit up with joy.

Pudding was here!

She looked toward the door and saw Pudding bounding in, tugging Carter along behind her. The butler struggled to keep up, breathless and red-faced as the leash jerked him forward.

At this point, it was hard to tell who was walking whom.

"Mr. Fitzgerald, Miss Vaughan, I've… brought… Pudding… in," Carter managed between gasps, mopping sweat from his brow. The dog's strength was nearly enough to throw out his back.

The fluffy white Pudding barked even more excitedly when she saw Isadora.

Her joyful yelps echoed through the grand foyer of Fitzgerald Mansion.

In the next instant, just as Pudding was about to leap onto Isadora, Victor appeared out of nowhere and made a quick gesture. "No, silly girl. Sit."

Pudding's four little legs skidded to a stop, and she obediently sat down just inches from Isadora, looking up at Victor with huge, pleading eyes, the picture of canine heartbreak.

Isadora knelt down and stroked Pudding's fur, speaking softly. "Pudding."