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.

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

Isadora's pregnancy had begun, but tonight his nerves were frayed. He lit up, drawing deeply, letting the nicotine burn in his

window to Isadora's

had gone to

faint smile tugged at his

Finishing his cigarette, Victor

at Brocade Heights was small; from the couch, he could see the master bedroom door. The sofa itself was a tight fit for someone of Victor's tall, broad frame, but he leaned

midnight, Isadora woke, parched. Still half-asleep, she tossed aside the covers and started to get up

and pressed her hand to

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

sat beside her, lifting her