Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 387

"No need."

"This isn't helping, sir. Waiting out here won't solve anything. If Miss Vaughan isn't coming out, maybe you should go to the hospital and get yourself looked at first."

Victor lifted his gaze, and the coldness in his eyes cut through the air.

Kemp clamped his mouth shut immediately, not daring to press the issue any further.

Suddenly, Kemp caught sight of a figure outside the car.

"Miss... Miss Vaughan's coming out."

At those words, Victor turned his head, his dark eyes locking on the woman stepping out of the house.

Isadora wore a crisp white blouse tucked into a grey fitted pencil skirt, the fabric hugging her slender waist just right. Though it had been over three months, her stomach was still as flat as ever-there was no sign at all that she was expecting.

Her long, softly curled hair spilled over her shoulders like a waterfall, catching the gentle breeze. The effect was striking, making her seem both delicate and radiant. Ignoring the pain in his shoulder, Victor pushed open the car door and got out. Isadora looked at him, leaning there against the car.

It was only then she noticed how bad he looked. His face was shockingly pale.

Back in the basement, her feelings had been a tangled mess.

She was angry at Victor.

She'd kept hoping she'd see a text, some kind of message, even just a call from him. She hadn't needed him to show up at the press conference—she just wanted to know he was there for her, somewhere.

there was nothing.

the reporters' relentless questions. Victor's absence had left her reeling, an ache so sharp it felt like her heart was tearing open, bleeding out in all the places no one

cared, the more fragile she

to feel

It hurt too much.

stood there for a few seconds-just a handful

porch light stretched their shadows long across the

driver got out too, quietly slipping away

unreadable. He tried to force a smile to ease the tension,

was cool. "Didn't you come

tall frame casting a shadow across her. He wanted

and hold her, but was afraid she might

was rough, edged with pain. "I

he could finish,

her gaze and punched

chest, her voice hoarse.

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'I didn't mean

landed right where he'd had stitches, and Victor went

he didn't stop

there and let

makes you feel better, then go