Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 343

Isadora hadn't told Victor yet.

Tonight, she'd already promised Eleanor: once The Vaughan Group found a successor and they wrapped up the last details, the two of them would move abroad for good.

She wasn't afraid of neighborhood gossip or whispers behind her back.

But she didn't want her child to inherit that same scrutiny the moment they were born.

So when Victor brought up marriage, it would've been a lie to say she felt nothing at all.

Isadora lifted her gaze and met his eyes. "Victor, you don't need to marry me just because of the baby," she said quietly. "I told you before-I can handle this on my own. You don't owe me anything. This is my decision."

Victor's brows drew together. "Who told you I'm doing this for the baby?"

Did she really think he'd only marry her because of the child?

As if a baby alone could tie him down.

What a joke.

Victor had never cared much for the idea of children.

The only reason this mattered was because it was Isadora's child.

He stared at her, his dark eyes unblinking, her features so delicate—and now, tinged with distance.

"Isadora," he said, his voice low, "a baby isn't enough to make me decide to get married. Did you ever consider I might just want to-because I care about you?"

dropped her gaze. "You once said you liked my body. I

Victor winced inwardly.

he ever said

of course, she'd never

reached out, his long fingers gently brushing her hair, his

ear, and said, with careful precision, "It's

froze, every

voice from the

a glimpse of Eleanor stepping out onto the

her jacket and handed it

it?" he asked,

"My mom's calling me."

glanced toward the house,

show up now-of all times-right when

Isadora, lowering his voice. "At least let me out of the

the porch. She definitely didn't want Eleanor catching them

enough," she replied. "You managed to find me tonight even

the same," Victor

Kemp to pass messages. It

was moving closer, out into the

slipping her

voice firm. “What matters is I don't

she turned and hurried back toward

figure soon swallowed

pack of cigarettes, lit one, and stood there as the smoke curled around him-his features hidden in the gloom, only briefly illuminated by the flicker of