Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 352

At that moment, the door of the examination room swung open from the inside.

Two doctors emerged, holding a stack of test results.

"Isadora, we have your results."

Isadora shot to her feet, her fingers clenching nervously until her palms broke out in a cold sweat.

Victor's gaze flickered as he watched her. He reached out, threading his fingers through hers and gripping her hand tightly.

One of the doctors paused, casting a curious glance at the distinguished man standing by Isadora's side.

"For now, everything looks normal. But to rule out any hidden issues, we'll need you to come back for a follow-up in a few days. I'll prescribe you some medication in the meantime."

At those words, the taut string inside Isadora finally snapped; relief washed over her.

Victor took the test reports from the doctor and glanced through them, a hint of carelessness in his manner.

Honestly, were his genes really that fragile?

"Thank you," Isadora said to the doctor.

After the doctors left, Isadora finally realized her hand was still locked tightly with Victor's, their fingers entwined.

She tried to pull away, but he didn't let go.

Looking up, she found herself caught in the depths of his eyes-dark and swirling like a midnight sea.

She pressed her lips together, trying to explain. "I just... got a little emotional earlier, that's why I-"

"Why what?"

"Why, you mean holding onto me

wave of embarrassment crept up

"I just..."

raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her discomfort as he waited to see what excuse she'd come

couldn't help but lift her chin in defiance, deciding not

So what? What are you going to

drawled lazily,

a playful tone

Victor slipped his arm around her waist

pressed together once more, this time closer

Isadora had been so preoccupied with the test results she hadn't noticed anything else. But now,

the strength and

Victor's embrace.

thudded-strong and steady-echoing into her

lips close to her ear, his voice low

cry

No matter what happens, I'll

Isadora's eyes

always been

it was as if her baby wanted to cry

*

Inside the Lamborghini.

Isadora settled into the passenger seat that she realized-where

her phone and

reply came