Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 370

Isadora forced an awkward smile. "I... just wanted to take a walk."

"A walk?" Eleanor echoed, skeptical.

"Yes, the doctor said I should walk more. It's good for the baby's health."

Eleanor tugged her coat tighter around herself. "Well, walking is fine when it's warmer. If you catch a cold in this weather, it's just not worth the risk." She started to shepherd Isadora back toward her room.

But Isadora spun around, a hint of urgency in her eyes. "Mom, I..."

"What is it?" Eleanor's voice softened.

Isadora closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath and blurted out, "I need to go out for a bit. You should get some sleep-don't wait up for me."

Before Eleanor could respond, Isadora slipped past her and dashed out.

"Oh, this girl-what's gotten into her?" Eleanor muttered, hurrying to the window. She pulled back the curtain just in time to see Isadora rushing toward the front drive, heading straight for the Lamborghini parked outside.

And standing beside it was that man.

Eleanor shook her head ruefully. Daughters really do grow up too fast.

She could only hope this Victor would take good care of Isadora-and that his wretched old mother wouldn't make her daughter's life miserable.

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slowed to a stop a few yards from the car, letting the cold night air bite at her cheeks. Now that she was

the car, looking languid and strangely flushed, his long lashes lowered, eyes closed. The breeze ruffled his short hair, accentuating the sharp lines of his impossibly handsome face-a face that seemed both striking and harmless in the

chilly darkness crept under Isadora's skin. Pines rustled

complicated-torn between worry, tenderness, and a love she barely

stepped forward, each footfall echoing the breaking of

was falling, and she

and slowly opened his eyes,

soft

blue coat that fell to her thighs, the kind of outfit

her seem

quiet beauty. fo

delight crossed Victor's face; a slow, crooked smile

wrist and pulled her onto his lap, settling

voice

glared at his flawless face, so close to hers. "I came to

let out a short laugh, burying his face in the crook of her neck and breathing her in. "I'm all yours, so do with

frowned, frustrated by his

voice, husky and tender, sounded above her. "I

saw each

ago. Night and