Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 483

Victor's gaze darkened as he stared at her in silence for a long moment.

Under the weight of his scrutiny, Isadora shifted uncomfortably. She wasn't trying to be difficult, nor did she doubt him; she simply needed to process her tangled emotions alone.

The stillness between them thickened, every tick of the clock stretching out.

Then Victor spoke, his deep voice breaking the quiet. "Alright."

Relief washed over Isadora at his agreement. She glanced toward the spare room. "You can sleep in the guest room. There's fresh bedding in there."

With that, she turned and slipped into her own bedroom. She pulled out a set of pajamas from the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom for a quick shower. The day's constant tension left her exhausted; by the time she lay down, she drifted into sleep almost instantly.

Out on the balcony, Victor stood with one hand in his pocket, his dark eyes unreadable as he gazed into the night.

moon hung high in the vast sky, casting a silvery glow. Beneath its

cigarette from his pocket—a rare indulgence since Isadora's pregnancy had begun, but tonight his nerves were frayed. He lit up, drawing deeply,

the window to Isadora's room. The

had gone to

tugged at his

Finishing his cigarette, Victor

guest room, he settled onto the living room sofa. The place at Brocade Heights was small; from the couch, he could see the master bedroom

covers and started to get up for a glass of water-only for a sudden, sharp cramp to seize her

winced, stifling a cry, and pressed

open. A tall figure filled the doorway, and the room was instantly flooded with light,

her, lifting her