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 her sweetness

a long moment, Isadora leaned against his chest, catching

she asked, "What if I hadn't chosen you in the end? What if I'd

but

nose, his deep voice tinged with a

the corners of Isadora's

Mr. Victor Fitzgerald,

"You're only realizing that

tone was full of teasing

found herself caught in his sharp, playful gaze.

she couldn't

carefree, delighted laughter

then, someone knocked on the

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

voice came

took a deep breath and opened the door, only to be met by Victor's cool, assessing gaze—a

Fitzgerald, you have a finance report meeting scheduled

on Isadora. "Wait here for me, all right? If you get tired, there's a lounge through that door-take a nap

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

"Okay," she agreed softly.

the office

desk, and even a quick glance revealed numbers so large she'd