Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 481

Victor gently lifted her chin, making her look at him. His voice was low and steady.

"Remember what I told you? When I was little, my mother was kidnapped. Nannie's father was working as a driver for my family back then. He died trying to protect her during the abduction."

"That's why my grandmother took Nannie in, to repay the debt to the Hayes family. To me, the Fitzgeralds have always been a big family-one more, one less, I barely noticed her."

"As for what you said about childhood sweethearts-I swear, from the very beginning, it's only ever been you."

Isadora met Victor's dark gaze, staring into eyes that were sincere and fathomless, like the depths of a midnight lake.

Her eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.

She didn't doubt what Victor said. He had no reason to lie about this.

But women, she thought, sometimes need more than facts. What they want is a sense of security, and love that is undivided.

She gave a soft "Mm."

Victor's eyes lingered on her for a moment. His tone was gentle but firm. "Isadora, if something's bothering you, you need to tell me."

At that, Isadora couldn't help but speak up. "In that photo... she was holding your hand, she-"

Victor squeezed her hand, firm and reassuring. "It was just the camera angle. I'd had a few drinks, but the moment she leaned in, I pulled away."

Isadora lowered her head, lost in thought.

Worried she might spiral into overthinking, Victor's voice grew a touch anxious. "Really, I swear other than you, I've never touched another woman."

and after a pause, said quietly, "I believe you." "You don't look like you believe

almost looked like she was just

a headache coming

did that picture

did women always

hadn't he? She said she believed

Half? Maybe less.

the subject. "I'm

"I'll make something."

head for the kitchen, but Isadora called after

hadn't stayed at

ages.

been off for a white. The only reason the place@as livable was because she'd hired a cleaner to

eyes swept over

them a luxury penthouse, a sprawling estate,

seeing that Isadora had no intention of leaving,

wanted to stay, he'd stay

out his phone

suit jacket, tossed his expensive watch on the table, rolled up his sleeves, and disappeared

with filtered water and set it

fifteen minutes later, the

to answer

full with two heavy grocery bags. He looked

See Victor, sleeves rolledet