Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 492

Isadora poked at the strong arm wrapped around her waist.

“Well, Mr. Fitzgerald, you were pretty harsh with me back then, weren’t you?”

Victor pressed an apologetic kiss to her pale neck. “I know. I’m sorry.”

He hadn’t known she was pregnant at the time. All he’d seen was her looking nauseous over dinner with him, and he’d assumed she just found his company unbearable.

Jealousy and anger had surged within him, making him lash out without thinking.

It wasn’t until later that he learned the real reason behind her reaction.

Guilt gnawed at him ever since.

As his lips brushed gently against her skin, his warm breath tickled her ear.

Somehow, Isadora’s heart melted completely.

They talked idly for a while, conversation flowing and fading, the room wrapped in a tender, languid warmth.

After a bit, Isadora’s eyelids grew heavier and heavier.

The nights had been chilly lately. The previous evening, she’d slept alone, and it had taken hours for the sheets to finally warm up.

But now, nestled in his arms, Victor was like a living furnace—radiating heat, soothing and comforting, coaxing her gently toward sleep.

She shifted to find a comfortable spot and unconsciously drifted off.

Victor looked down at the woman sleeping in his embrace. Her lashes fanned across her cheeks, thick and dark, her breathing slow and peaceful. He whispered, “Goodnight, darling.”

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The next morning, Isadora went to work as usual.

The Vaughan Group’s department store was in the midst of a major transition. She was also preparing to hand over her position as general manager to a professional executive.

These days, her schedule was packed.

But his voice remained warm and polite. “Of course. If you need anything, you know where to find me.”

Isadora was about to hang up when she heard his voice again, softer this time. “Are you free tonight?”

He quickly clarified, “No pressure, really. There’s a business networking event this evening, and I thought you might like to come—with me. Like old times.”

When Isadora didn’t answer right away, Terrell’s tone took on a hint of frustration. “Or is he controlling you so much that you can’t even attend a normal event anymore?”

Isadora pressed her lips together. “Mr. Fawcett, thank you for the invitation, but I’ll have to decline tonight.”

Terrell frowned; his voice was rushed, almost pleading. “Is he forcing you? Has he taken away even your basic freedom? What kind of man does that make him?”

“No, it’s not like that.”

She paused. “I just… don’t want to make him jealous, that’s all.”

On the other end of the line, Terrell was left speechless.