Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 488

A wooden sign hung above the shop, painted in faded black and yellow. It wasn't big or small-just cozy enough that every table inside was filled with people.

Isadora slowed her pace and pointed at the storefront. "I want some pudding," she announced to Victor.

Victor eyed the old-fashioned dessert shop with clear skepticism, his nose wrinkling. "Are you sure this place is clean?"

The owner, who had just served a bowl of pudding to another customer, overheard and shot him a disgruntled look.

"Sir, this café has been here twenty years! Our desserts are clean and delicious, with plenty of regulars. Please don't say things like that and ruin my business."

Isadora leaned in, whispering by Victor's ear, "It's just basic manners not to criticize someone's place in front of them."

Oh, so apparently he was the one lacking manners now?

Victor looked down at her. "If you really want pudding, I can have the staff at home make some for you."

She'd never realized before just how old-fashioned he could be.

"I want this one," Isadora insisted.

She looked up at him, her dark eyes shining, soft and pleading in a way that made her seem impossibly young and earnest.

Victor couldn't resist those gorgeous eyes. Defeated, he pulled out his phone and scanned the code to pay.

moment later, the owner handed her a generous helping of pudding, topped with a layer of caramelized sugar.

was silky, sweet, and brought

up another bite and

there, tall and impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, looking entirely out of place amid the cozy

help

prince was being forced to come down to earth and try out the common

exploring the

not everything caught Victor's

too unhealthy, he'd immediately and decisively steer her past it, not giving

somewhat satisfied,

Victor said, his tone leaving no room for

coffee, or even a single milkshake. You have no idea how hard it is, watching my coworkers sip on their lattes every afternoon. Now you won't even let

me."

"Piggy Vaughan, let's

about the baby because I care about

you let me

first child, and Victor still

out his phone and dialed a number, not bothering with

women

end, "If it's Isa? A little bit is