Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 419

The next moment-

Isadora noticed the office door handle turning. Into her phone, she said, "Mom, I'll call you back later."

Without waiting for a reply, she hung up.

There was a soft click as the door opened from the outside. A tall, broad- shouldered man entered, his footsteps quiet and deliberate.

Isadora set her phone aside and stood up, her clear, luminous eyes meeting Victor's. "Done with your meeting?"

She glanced him over quickly. His handsome face was composed, revealing nothing amiss.

Relief washed over her-he probably hadn't heard anything from her phone call.

Victor's dark eyes lingered on her, something unreadable flickering in their depths so quickly it was gone before she could catch it.

He crossed the room, gently taking her hand in his. His thumb traced slow circles over her fingertips as he led her to the couch, his voice low and warm. "Why didn't you go rest in the lounge?"

"I must have dozed off without realizing it," she replied with a small smile. "Maybe your office sofa is just too comfortable."

"Is that so?"

through her hair. "What do you want for dinner tonight?"

toyed with his tie, her slender fingers playing with the silk. "Can I have something

laugh rumbled in his chest. "Getting picky, are we? If you want me to cook, Mrs. Fitzgerald, what will you offer

into a playful smile, her voice soft as a whisper. "What kind of service did you have in

about helping me with

shot him a wry look. "That was when you

pregnant. Would you

deep voice teasing

way," she said, eyes

for a moment by how

slender waist, breathing in her delicate scent-sweet

something. She looked up at him. "Victor, I'd

home to stay with

her

dog.

Pudding was always clean and well-behaved, Victor wanted

He hesitated.

Isadora pressed on, "It's really fine. I'm over three months now, the baby's stable, and Pudding gets regular baths and

considered this

his phone, dialing the housekeeper.

Fitzgerald Mansion," he