Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 403

Fitzgerald Manor, Dining Room.

Victor dismissed the staff, sending them quietly out of the room.

At last, the dining room fell into a welcome silence, as if the chaos from moments ago had never happened. Now, only she and Victor remained.

Isadora, still unsettled by everything she'd blurted out earlier, pushed back her chair and stood. "Um... I should head to work."

She turned to leave, but before she could even take a step, Victor's strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her gently onto his lap. His embrace was solid, enveloping her completely.

Victor reached for a bowl of nourishing breakfast porridge, his every movement elegant and composed, and scooped up a spoonful for her.

"You hardly ate a thing. Have some breakfast before you go."

Isadora gazed at the spoon he held to her lips, then took a sip. She swallowed, then risked a glance at his face.

He looked as composed and handsome as ever, his long lashes casting soft shadows over his unreadable, obsidian eyes—like none of the earlier drama had touched him at all.

Victor raised his eyes, catching her cautious, searching gaze. His deep voice sounded almost nonchalant. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

Isadora looked away, cheeks burning as she remembered her outburst. Now she really did look like the woman who'd used a baby to secure her place.

She hesitated, then tried to explain. "About earlier..."

her. He reached up and gently brushed a lock of

surprised by

just turned the Fitzgerald family upside

you angry

change, but

had picked up that knife and lunged at Isadora, she might as well have turned it

hurt you. I already gave

the

her chin up with

to hurt you. Not even

with quiet conviction. "Actually, I was proud of you. You're learning to stand up

the strong can be fearless.

to become

not because I

because I want you to feel free to do

stared into

ahead and live boldly.

sudden heat pricked at her

had ever said anything like this

her feel almost guilty for using him against

cheek, his voice low and soothing. "Pregnant women shouldn't cry so much. I didn't say this to make you tear