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."

realization dawning. "So... Pudding

heir to Capitolion, of all people— raising a

you been taking care of

"Thirteen years."

nodded, understanding now. "This person must have meant a lot to you. That's

turning to her, his

It seemed every man had

exactly, but it wasn't happiness. Maybe it was the shadow Elise had cast

quietly, "So, where is the

was soft, almost indifferent. "She doesn't

so adorable-how could anyone just

knew she was talking about

just that heartless. Forgot about me too,

feeling as if there was something in his eyes

in his mouth. But before he could leap onto Isadora, Victor swooped down and scooped the

arms.