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.

hand behind her head, tasting her sweetness and

Isadora leaned against

"What if I hadn't chosen you in the end? What

He'd considered that possibility, but it

reached out and pinched her nose, his deep voice tinged with a

corners of Isadora's lips, making her look like

now, Mr. Victor Fitzgerald, just how bossy you

eyebrow. "You're only realizing that

full

up and found herself caught in his

grew warm, and she couldn't

carefree, delighted laughter echoed around the

someone knocked on

upper management team was waiting the conference room, and Mr. Fitzgerald was needed

came from

met by Victor's cool, assessing gaze—a look that sent

scheduled for this afternoon. It

the interruption. He lowered his gaze, but his eyes softened as they landed on Isadora. "Wait here for me, all right?

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

"Okay," she agreed softly.

office was

and contracts were spread out across the marble desk, and even a quick