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..."

reached up and gently brushed a lock of hair from her face, his

surprised by

just turned the Fitzgerald family

you angry with me? Did I cross

expression didn't change, but coldness flickered in his

knife and lunged at Isadora, she might as well have turned

I

her the

bowl aside. He tilted her chin up with a long finger, forcing her to meet

gets to hurt

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

can

you to become

because I won't

but because I want you to feel free to do whatever makes you

stared

and live boldly.

sudden heat pricked at her eyes, her throat

anything like this to her

kindness made her feel almost guilty for

and soothing. "Pregnant women shouldn't cry so much. I didn't say this to