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Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 186
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Chapter 187 Isadora's face stiffened, the rest of her words dying in her throat.

She ignored him after that.

Half-reclining on the hospital bed, she busied herself texting Nanette.

Nanette was filming overseas, and the moment she heard what happened to Isadora, she wanted to catch the next flight back.

But Isadora talked her out of it.

The injury wasn't that serious-just a bad knock to her right leg, making it tough to walk for now.

A week in the hospital, and she'd probably be discharged.

Nanette: "So, did you tell Magnus today that Elise was behind the kidnapping? How did he react? Did he believe you?" Isadora: "No idea." Nanette: "Guess last time's 'strip and shame' lesson didn't stick for Elise. Just wait till I get back and give her a piece of my mind!" Isadora hadn't mentioned that Elise had slept with Magnus.

It would only make her seem bothered by it.

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Even though, the second she heard, she'd felt utterly sick.

Nanette: "So, does your prince charming know you fell off a cliff and Magnus went all knight-in-shining-armor to save you? Did he get jealous and throw a fit?" "I mean, c'mon, if this were a TV show, the leading man would be drowning in jealousy." Jealous? Not that she could tell.

A temper? Oh, definitely.

He looked ready to eat her alive, for crying out loud.

Isadora glanced up from her phone, her gaze wandering to the balcony, where Victor was on the phone.

Her VIP hospital room cwith a private bathroom, a sofa, even a little balcony.

Victor stood out there, tall and broad-shouldered, one elegant hand holding a black phone to his ear, the other braced on the railing.

His voice, cold enough to freeze water, drifted back inside-like someone owed him a fortune.

She wondered what kind of psychological trauma he was inflicting on the poor soul at the other end.

Even just seeing his back, she could sense the chill and distance he radiated, the unapproachable aura of someone used to being in charge.

Isadora toyed with the idea of bringing up the topic of breaking up.

But with Victor's granite-hard temperament, she wisely kept her mouth shut.

Tticked by.

Isadora shifted restlessly on the bed.

She snuck another peek at Victor, still on his endless calls.

He looked like he'd turned her hospital room into his personal office, one call after another.

She hesitated, considering whether to ask him for help, then thought better of it. Instead, she secretly texted Laura.

Laura: "Miss, your mother prepared a nutritious meal. I'm on my way back now. If you need anything urgently, just ring for the nurse." The nurse? Isadora winced, remembering the nurse's earlier knowing, teasing looks.

She wished she could disappear into the floor-no way she was calling them in again.

She squeezed her legs together, desperate.

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Eyeing the distance between the bed and the bathroom, she weighed her options.

Biting her lip, she resolved to go it alone.

Carefully, she slid down from the bed, landing on her good leg and wobbling a little as she stood.

Drawing a deep breath, she braced herself against the side table m stretched, and reached for the IV stand. Just as her fingers grazed it, a large, strong hand swept past her head and grabbed the IV for her.

Isadora looked up-and met Victor's eyes, dark and unfathomable as midnight.

They stood so close, she could see her own fragile reflection in his gaze.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Victor's sharp gaze swept over her, pausing at her tightlypressed together legs. His eyes narrowed. "What, you can't even ask for help while you're in the hospital?" Isadora stubbornly thought to herself, she'd never ask him for anything.

"I can handle it myself." She reached for the IV from him, determined to manage on her own and hop to the bathroom.

Victor let out a cold, derisive chuckle.

e "Such a temper. Funny how you'save aff your attitude just for me, huh?" Isadora's eyes burned with frustration. "I do not." "Sure, sure, you don't," he replied, his tone patronizing-like he was humoring a stubborn child.