Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 315

Chapter 318

"No worries, work's been pretty light today anyway."

"Have you lost weight?"

Isadora touched her face, feigning surprise. "Really? Maybe it just feels that way —you haven't seen me in almost a month, that's all.”

Eleanor frowned, studying her with concern. "It's not just that you're thinner-your complexion looks off, too. That won't do. When we get home, I'm making sure you eat something nourishing."

They returned to the old family estate.

As soon as they arrived, Eleanor asked the housekeeper to unpack her suitcase and bring out the gifts she'd brought back-a small parade of jewelry, quirky trinkets, and all sorts of treasures, nearly a dozen in total.

Every single one was for Isadora.

In the past, whenever Eleanor traveled, she always brought back gifts, though most were for Prescott and Pearl.

Now, looking at the collection spread out before her, Isadora could tell that Eleanor was trying to make up for lost time.

a bit," Isadora said gently. "There's something I want

too busy unwrapping a brooch to notice the serious tone. "What is it? Look at this brooch-don't you think it's pretty? The tour guide in Europe said four-leaf clovers are supposed to bring good luck, so I just had

held the clover-shaped brooch up to Isadora's chest

sweater today, its hem loose

shade, giving

chest, the brooch

nodded, pleased.

for a moment, then dropped

"I'm pregnant."

fasten it around her daughter's neck. At those words, her hands froze, and the necklace nearly slipped through her fingers.

her voice steady. "I

spiked. "Pregnant?

calm but firm. "It doesn't matter whose it is. I want to keep the baby and

for her child. There was no

Isadora's face, and Eleanor guessed the truth: it

what do the Fitzgeralds have to say about this? You're carrying their child-are they willing to marry you? Raising a child alone is no small thing, you know. We're people of standing, too. If society

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