Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 51

The evening breeze drifted softly around them, lifting the woman's hair at her temples like playful sprites. The hem of her dress fluttered, caught in the gentle rhythm of the wind.

Victor's eyes sparkled with a tenderness that was almost imperceptible. He reached out and tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her ear, his fingers brushing lightly over her smooth skin.

Isadora couldn't help but flinch at his touch, feeling her ears grow unbearably

warm.

Desperate to hide her embarrassment, she scrambled for a distraction. "So, why is he called Pudding?"

A thoughtful look crossed Victor's face, his gaze turning liquid and gentle. "The person who first found him had a real sweet tooth-she loved pudding."

He smiled, lost in the memory. "She loved it so much that, every day while waiting for her at the hospital, I'd always have pudding ready for her. The moment she arrived and saw it in my hands, her eyes would light up. She'd eat, and those bright, dark eyes of hers would shine with happiness. She'd smile, mouth curving up in the cutest way."

He paused, the nostalgia settling between them. "Until one day, she stopped coming. And the puddings would just melt away, one after another, in my hands."

Victor gave a wry, almost self-mocking smile. "I even bought the entire company that made that pudding."

sudden realization dawning. "So... Pudding

to Capitolion, of all

long have you been taking care of

"Thirteen years."

have meant a lot to you. That's why you

a moment before turning to her, his expression uncharacteristically serious. "Yes. She's

seemed every

sure what she felt, exactly, but it wasn't happiness. Maybe it was the shadow Elise had

she asked quietly, "So, where is

was soft, almost indifferent. "She doesn't remember him

could anyone just forget about him? How could someone

knew she

just that heartless.

dark, fathomless gaze, feeling as if there

he could leap onto Isadora, Victor swooped down and

arms.