Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 448

Isadora gazed at the man just a breath away, taking in his strikingly handsome features.

His eyes were tinged with red, and dark circles shadowed beneath them. He looked utterly exhausted, but even that couldn't diminish his allure.

She let out a soft sound, almost a whisper. "I was afraid... if I didn't wake up, you'd be angry with me."

Victor's throat tightened as if something was lodged there, making it hard to breathe. His lashes trembled; he wanted to say so much, but in the end, only managed, "Silly girl."

Moments later, Finley arrived with the doctor.

The truth was, he'd been at the hospital all day, never once leaving.

Finley stepped forward and gave Isadora a careful examination, relieved to see her vital signs had returned to normal.

The tension that had stretched through the endless night finally snapped. Finley exhaled in relief.

Still, Isadora's body was frail.

He ordered a nutrient IV that was safe for the baby.

Pulling the stethoscope from his ears, Finley walked over to Victor, gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, and murmured, "She's alright now."

Victor's deep, restless gaze never left Isadora-not even when the doctor examined her.

Finley and the doctor slipped out, closing the door behind them and leaving the room to just the two of them.

Victor moved closer, gently taking her delicate hand in his own, his midnight eyes fixed unblinking on her face.

shining tenderly as she

a long time, as if words would only break

voice rough from sleep. "I had

voice was low and husky. "What

mad at me." There was a trace of woundedness

lightly across her pale cheek, then her brow, finally coming to rest on her lips. "When you're better, you

shook her head

"Why not?" he asked.

fluttering. "I couldn't

clenched, and tears slipped from the

tears shining at the edge of his

drifted in and out of sleep, her dreams hadn't

voice, telling her he'd leave

terrified

want

go; she'd fought

her

even of strength to

tell him

allow

it.

finally, she'd woken

tracing the strong line of his brows with trembling fingers,

vel

her lip. "I'm sorry. I