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

took a spoonful and tasted it—the custard was silky, sweet, and brought back memories she didn't know

bite and

impeccably dressed in a charcoal suit, looking entirely out of place amid the cozy clutter of the little café. Reluctantly,

couldn't help but

forced to come down to earth

exploring

everything caught

gaze lingered on something he deemed too unhealthy, he'd immediately and

a while, with her stomach somewhat satisfied, Isadora spotted an

Victor said, his tone leaving no room

my coworkers sip on their lattes every afternoon. Now you won't even let me have a single scoop

me."

a moment. "Piggy Vaughan, let's be fair here.

because

you let me

child, and Victor still erred on the side

pulled out his phone and dialed a number, not

pregnant women

other end, "If it's