Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 325

Isadora snapped back to her senses and brushed his hand away, her face expressionless. “Who you marry or whether you call off the engagement—that’s your business, not mine. Now let me out so I can sit down.”

Even if Victor did call off the engagement, families like the Fitzgeralds would always find the next LS Capital Holdings, the next suitable alliance.

Victor lifted his gaze, his eyes dark and intoxicating as he fixed them on her. His voice was low, earnest. “About what you said last time—about getting married—I want to explain.”

At the mention of that topic, Isadora instantly recalled his previous hesitation and how foolish she’d felt. Her guard went up immediately.

With a frosty expression, she warned, “If you keep talking about this, I’m getting out of the car right now.”

Seeing her reaction, Victor relented, his tone softening, indulgent. “Okay, okay, you’re the boss here. I’ll drop it, alright?”

They soon arrived at the Vaughan family’s villa.

Isadora opened the car door, ready to get out.

A moment later, Victor did the same, following her outside.

Isadora glanced around anxiously, praying Eleanor wouldn’t see them.

She hurried to shoo him away. “You’ve brought me home, now go. Please.”

But Victor just stood there, relaxed as ever, a lazy smile tugging at his lips. His eyes sparkled with mischief. “My daughter said she wants me to stay a little longer. You can’t deny her that, can you?”

She glared. “You’re crazy!”

It was just an embryo at this point.

Suddenly, Victor crouched down on one knee in front of her and gently rested both hands on her waist, pressing his ear against her belly.

“Hey, sweetheart, you’re in there, so don’t get too naughty, alright?” His voice turned mock-stern. “Or else, when you come out, Daddy’s going to be the first to scold you.”

He stood up, his deep eyes fixed on her with such intensity that she almost believed he truly cared.

“Isadora, it’s fine if you don’t answer my calls or texts. But if something happens, promise me you’ll call. You’re not alone anymore.”

Caught off guard by the tenderness in his gaze, Isadora forgot to look away.

Victor didn’t move, locking his darkening eyes on hers. He reached out, gently wrapping an arm around her waist, and slowly leaned in.