Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 460

Isadora wore a pale lavender silk gown, the fabric cascading in soft, cloudlike layers down to her ankles—a dreamlike vision, as if she were wrapped in the glow of a summer sunset.

The dress wasn't form-fitting, and unless you looked closely, you'd hardly notice she was nearly four months pregnant.

Victor narrowed his eyes and studied her. "Where are you going?"

"Charity gala," Isadora replied.

She turned her back to him, fumbling with the zipper. With the baby bump, even this simple motion was a challenge.

"Victor, could you help me with the zipper?"

Victor set down his tablet, got up, and walked over. His hands-clean, long- fingered, and steady-found the zipper and slowly drew it up her back. His fingertips brushed, featherlight, against her delicate skin, sending a subtle shiver up her spine and raising goosebumps on her arms.

Lately, Victor had been holding her every night as they slept. At most, he'd press a gentle kiss to her cheek or her hand-nothing more. Had she not heard the shower running in the middle of the night, Isadora might have wondered if he'd lost interest in her altogether.

recovered well. Weeks of bed rest and nourishing meals had left her feeling rounder in the middle, but otherwise healthy. Still, she couldn't bring herself

his arms, something always felt missing. The thought made her

hands on her shoulders, standing behind her as they both faced the full-length mirror. He looked effortlessly handsome in a crisp white shirt and tailored black trousers, his presence commanding. She, in her lavender dress, leaned gently against his chest. Their

in the mirror, Isadora suddenly snapped out of her reverie. Good grief, she scolded herself, what's gotten into

pinched her warm earlobe. "I'll go

cleared her throat. "That's really not necessary. Don't you have a

beat, Victor replied, "I canceled

left the house, working remotely instead of going into the office. If

glanced at him. "It's just a charity gala. You've already arranged security for me-don't tell me you're

argue. Instead, he set his terms. "Text me every

knew better than to push him

Mr. Fitzgerald, your wife plans to do a little shopping

smile. He pulled out a sleek,