Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 315

Victor's dark eyes narrowed, his lips curling with a hint of disdain. "So you're telling me to just pretend nothing happened? Do you really think that's possible?"

Isadora turned away, refusing to meet his sharp, piercing gaze. Instead, she fixed her eyes on a patch of windswept reeds outside and asked quietly, "And what, you think you could ever marry me?”

Victor's brow furrowed. For a moment, he said nothing.

Isadora let out a soft, bitter laugh. She'd expected as much.

What was the point in seeking out humiliation?

Trying to sound casual, she went on, "Don't get the wrong idea. I'm not planning

to use this baby to force your hand. The minute I walked off that operating table, I knew exactly what I wanted. I'll raise this child on my own."

At that, Victor let out a short, derisive laugh.

"So you're just cutting the dad out of the picture?"

"Isadora, you really are something, aren't you?"

I only kept my pregnancy a secret

now that you know, I'm asking

can't you let

so she tried again. "With your family name, if you wanted a child, plenty

of cigarettes aside. His gaze flicked to her midsection, his tone sharp. "Why ask me? You should be asking the baby. I'm

Isadora fell silent.

inside her couldn't exactly answer for

someday, you have my word-I'll never bring the child around you,

of raising the baby alone, the more it sounded like she was trying to cut him out of her

did she want to act like he was dead? Like he never existed, just so she could be a

being so considerate of your ex. Hell, why not call a press conference and announce to

Why was he so impossible to reason

couldn't help snapping back, "Do you really think the Fitzgerald family would ever accept someone like me? Do you honestly believe

knew the woman wasn't the type to back down easily. Now that she had a child to protect, Isadora had no intention of taking any

her face. After a long moment, brows drawn, he murmured, "If you ever want to get married,

there's no point forcing this. The baby was my accident, not ours. I don't want

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glided into the night, merging seamlessly with the dazzling city lights of

the car, a