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.

the kiss, slipping a hand behind her head, tasting

moment, Isadora leaned against his chest, catching her

hadn't chosen you in the end? What if

considered that possibility, but it wasn't something he wanted to dwell

deep voice tinged with a

of Isadora's lips,

didn't realize until now, Mr. Victor Fitzgerald, just how bossy

eyebrow. "You're only realizing that

full

glanced up and found herself caught in

she

delighted laughter

someone knocked on the

the doorway, clearly wishing he could be anywhere else. But the upper management team was waiting the conference room, and

came from inside.

deep breath and opened the door, only to be met by

finance report meeting scheduled for this afternoon. It

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

same shade as the office walls—so there was a private lounge

"Okay," she agreed softly.

office was quiet except

were spread out across the marble desk, and even a quick glance revealed numbers so