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.

helping of pudding, topped with a layer of

was silky, sweet, and brought back memories she didn't know

she scooped up another bite and lifted it

amid

help but

some privileged prince was being forced to come down to earth and try out

exploring the

not everything

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

her stomach somewhat satisfied,

tone leaving no room

stubborn. "Ever since I got pregnant, haven't had soda, 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

me."

"Piggy Vaughan,

the baby because I

will you let me have

Victor still erred on

out his phone and dialed

women eat

on the other end, "If it's Isa?