Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 491

Night had settled quietly over Brocade Heights. Outside the balcony, the

apartment complex was draped in darkness, with only a faint golden glow from a distant streetlamp tracing a thin line of light across the pavement. Every so often, the distant wail of a car horn sliced through the stillness before fading away beneath their window.

Victor pushed open the bedroom door. The woman lying on the bed was already fast asleep.

She was curled on her side, hugging the new body pillow she'd bought just last week. Her cotton nightdress, striped in soft blue and white, was anything but alluring, yet her legs-bare and restless-poked out from beneath the covers, gleaming pale and smooth in the silvery wash of moonlight.

Victor stepped closer and leaned down, his large hand cupping one of her feet, small and delicate, barely filling his palm.

Her ankle was slender, her toes tinged with a soft blush, occasionally curling in on themselves in a way that made him smile.

He gently tucked her foot back under the blanket and pulled the covers up to shield her from the night's chill.

Standing at her bedside, he watched her for a while, the room silent except for her steady breathing. Then, he bent and pressed a whisper of a kiss to her smooth forehead. He stooped to straighten her slippers beneath the bed, aligning them neatly side by side.

With that, he straightened and turned to leave.

Half-awake, Isadora blinked into the darkness, her voice husky with sleep. "Where... are you going?"

I wake you?" he asked

She shook her head.

just going to the living room. Go back to sleep,

tall silhouette in the dim light. She couldn't make out his features, but she

she murmured,

surprise. "Are

if you don't want to," she mumbled, embarrassed. After all, she'd sent him away the night before and now,

chuckled a low, brief sound that warmed

photo had stirred up between them, in her

of his mouth as he circled to the other side of the

bed wasn't large-barely five feet

Isadora felt a wave of

filling the air, unmistakable and

sharp awareness. She could

moment, Victor's broad, warm hand rested gently on her

spreading from her belly to her

was low and gentle, edged with a rough tenderness. "I read that, after three months, you might