Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 397

Chapter 397

The night was deep and still.

Moonlight spilled through the balcony like a gauzy veil, casting a gentle, silvery haze over the bedroom. Everything felt warm and peaceful, wrapped in the hush of midnight.

Isadora lay in bed, arms draped around the man beside her, instinctively seeking the comfort of his familiar, pine-scented warmth.

It had been a long, exhausting day.

She was so tired.

She'd thought she wouldn't be able to sleep in the Fitzgerald family's grand estate.

But now, drowsiness weighed heavily on her.

"Victor..." she murmured, half-asleep.

Victor's dark eyes lingered on her, deep and intent. He stroked her soft curls with

a gentle hand, his voice low and tender. "What is it?"

Maybe she was already dreaming. With her eyes closed, Isadora whispered, "Good... night."

Moments later, the room fell silent, save for the steady, peaceful rhythm of her breathing.

She slept quietly, curled up like a kitten.

a long while, then bent and pressed a gentle

"Goodnight, my Isadora."

he slipped carefully out from under

rose and left the

Victor stepped into the hallway, the softness in his

main house flanked by

commanding, dressed in black from head

a long corridor, crossed the back garden, and paused at the door of a

the door and

in a carved

suit she'd chosen that afternoon, but her

see Victor. Resting on her knees

his eyes cold and unreadable. "Why did you do those things

hoarse. "That

gave a mirthless laugh, his tone icy. "Would Pattie have dared act without

of the Fitzgerald family, commanding respect-even Dorian Fitzgerald had deferred to her. No one had ever challenged her

imagined her own grandson-the boy she'd raised with her own hands -would defy her,

her expression

the order?" she snapped.

colder. After a long pause, his

finger on Isadora again. This is

The sharp sound

photograph

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