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.

her head,

moment, Isadora leaned against his chest, catching her

in the

that possibility, but it wasn't something he

voice tinged with

corners of Isadora's

until now, Mr. Victor Fitzgerald, just how bossy you

"You're

was full of teasing

and found herself caught

warm, and she

laughter echoed around the

knocked on

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

came from inside. "Come

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

have a finance report meeting scheduled for this afternoon.

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

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

"Okay," she agreed softly.

left, the office was quiet except for

quick