Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 372

Finley felt a chill shoot down his neck under the intensity of Victor's sharp glare. "Heh, really?" he chuckled, quickly steering the conversation away.

"Let me check your temperature first," he said, heading over to the bed. He grabbed the digital thermometer from his medical kit and pressed it gently to Victor's ear.

"106 degrees!" Finley announced, his eyes wide. "Wow, I wasn't expecting that— you're actually burning up!"

Victor's cold gaze flicked over him, making it clear he wasn't amused.

But seeing Victor looking so helpless for once, Finley was emboldened. He flashed a bright, cheeky grin.

Victor found the sight thoroughly irritating and turned away with a scowl. "Is it contagious?" he asked, voice gruff.

Finley seized the rare chance to tease him. "Not the fever itself, no. But at this rate, with how high your temperature is, you should probably take it easy. Remember, Isa's pregnant. Try not to get her all worked up."

Isadora, who'd been hovering nearby, blushed scarlet.

Victor didn't bother to hide his annoyance. "You can leave now."

***

In the living room, Finley prepped some fever medication and ran Isadora through a few important instructions.

She listened intently, worry etched on her face. "Isn't that temperature a bit too high? Should I be worried?"

Finley considered it for a moment, then put on a grave expression. "Well, probably not. But then again, you never know. So you'd better stay by his side and keep an eye on him—if it suddenly skyrockets past 122, that's really bad news."

went round. "That

deadpan. "Definitely. And with how cranky he's bound to be, just try to humor him,

Isadora nodded obediently. "Okay."

still looked a little dazed from his words; Finley couldn't help but smirk

all the help I can give

***

glass of warm water, grabbed the meds, and

of the bed, looking

fixed his deep blue gaze on her, his

him sit up, propping him against the pillows, then placed the pills in her palm and held them out

was doing it purpose, but as he took the pills from

against her palm.

of warmth

was as

softly, tucking the blankets around him. "If you need

eyes softened, a trace of vulnerability in

her mind. Isadora hesitated, then said, "I'll just get you another glass of

to the kitchen, refilled the glass with warm water, and returned to

the

as she settled in,

bet

pressed

circling her

her