Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 354

He pulled her gently toward him and sat her down.

Victor settled next to her, picked up a spoon, and brought it to her lips.

Isadora felt a little embarrassed. "I can feed myself, really."

She reached out, intending to take the spoon from him.

But Victor moved it just out of her reach, his gaze deep and unwavering, though his tone was almost casual. "I want to feed you."

Isadora bit her lip and tried to explain again. "Victor, I'm not that fragile. Tonight was just… a fluke. I got emotional, that's all. You don't have to worry about me now—I'm fine."

Victor let out a quiet sigh, sounding a little exasperated. He spoke slowly, each word deliberate:

"Isadora, when you're with me, you can be sad, you can laugh, you can be unreasonable—it's all fine. I'm not going to push you to be strong all the time. I just want you to know, when you're hurt, you don't have to pretend around me."

As he spoke, Isadora's lashes fluttered softly.

She looked at the spoon he offered again, and finally, she opened her mouth to take a sip.

"Well?" he asked.

"It's… not bad."

Victor's lips curled into a smile. "Not bad? The cook spent hours making this, and after I got home, I spent another half hour perfecting it. Miss Vaughan, I think you're getting a little picky."

She shot him a look. "Isn't that normal? Pregnant women are supposed to be like this."

Victor's eyes glinted with amusement, his voice low and coaxing. "All right, my picky mother-to-be. Whatever you say."

With the patience of someone feeding a beloved pet, Victor continued, spoonful by spoonful, until she'd finished the entire bowl.

When she was done, Isadora stood up, ready to go back to her room and rest.

But as soon as she got up, she felt his hands settle gently on her waist.

Victor pressed his cheek to her stomach. "If this little rascal keeps kicking, I swear, once it's out I'm going to have words with it."