Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 417

Tears welled up in Isadora's eyes until, at last, they began to fall, one by one.

"You told me pregnant women shouldn't cry, and yet here you are, making me cry again."

Victor reached up and gently brushed the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice full of tenderness. "You're right. It's all my fault."

"Don't cry, Isadora. I never want to see you cry. If I'd known today would make you upset, I never would've told you."

Isadora wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against his shoulder, her tears soaking into his shirt and trickling down to his chest. "If you keep spoiling me like this, I'm going to get used to it."

Victor's gaze softened as a small smile played on his lips. "If I spoil you, then it's my responsibility to the end."

Hearing that, Isadora only hugged him tighter.

Maybe, in a way, this could make up for the past.

She had forgotten him once-forgotten the man she loved.

Looking up, Isadora's eyes were bright and glistening as she took in the handsome face before her. He looked more mature now, but if you looked closely, you could still see the traces of that aloof young man he used to be.

Rising up on her tiptoes, she pressed a gentle, apologetic kiss to his lips, her tears still fresh on her cheeks.

In that instant, a warm, electric tenderness shot straight through Victor's heart.

slipping a hand behind her head, tasting

long moment, Isadora leaned against his chest, catching

asked, "What if I hadn't chosen you in the end? What if I'd never opened my eyes

but

deep voice tinged with a possessive

Isadora's lips, making

until now, Mr. Victor Fitzgerald, just how

raised an eyebrow. "You're only

full

and found herself caught in his sharp, playful

grew warm, and she couldn't help

laughter echoed around the

knocked on the

wishing he could be anywhere else. But the upper

came from inside. "Come

breath and opened the door, only to be met by Victor's cool, assessing gaze—a look that sent a chill straight down Kemp's

a finance report meeting scheduled for this

his gaze, but his eyes softened as they landed on Isadora. "Wait here for me, all right? If you get tired, there's a lounge through that door-take a nap

door in the same shade as the

"Okay," she agreed softly.

the office was

contracts were spread out across the marble desk, and even a quick glance revealed numbers so large she'd need both hands to count