Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 352

At that moment, the door of the examination room swung open from the inside.

Two doctors emerged, holding a stack of test results.

"Isadora, we have your results."

Isadora shot to her feet, her fingers clenching nervously until her palms broke out in a cold sweat.

Victor's gaze flickered as he watched her. He reached out, threading his fingers through hers and gripping her hand tightly.

One of the doctors paused, casting a curious glance at the distinguished man standing by Isadora's side.

"For now, everything looks normal. But to rule out any hidden issues, we'll need you to come back for a follow-up in a few days. I'll prescribe you some medication in the meantime."

At those words, the taut string inside Isadora finally snapped; relief washed over her.

Victor took the test reports from the doctor and glanced through them, a hint of carelessness in his manner.

Honestly, were his genes really that fragile?

"Thank you," Isadora said to the doctor.

After the doctors left, Isadora finally realized her hand was still locked tightly with Victor's, their fingers entwined.

She tried to pull away, but he didn't let go.

Looking up, she found herself caught in the depths of his eyes—dark and swirling like a midnight sea.

She pressed her lips together, trying to explain. "I just… got a little emotional earlier, that's why I—"

"Why what?"

Victor's lips curled into a teasing smile. "Why, you mean holding onto me so tightly?"

Flustered, a late wave of embarrassment crept up her cheeks.

"I just…"

Victor raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying her discomfort as he waited to see what excuse she'd come up with.

Seeing his expression, Isadora couldn't help but lift her chin in defiance, deciding not to bother pretending.

"Well, I already hugged you. So what? What are you going to do about it?"

Victor's eyes darkened, and he drawled lazily, "What am I going to do…"

He let the last word linger, then in a playful tone added, "I think I'll have to hug you back."

With that, Victor slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her firmly against his chest.

{Isadora: "Everything looks fine. Thank you for tonight, Mr. Fawcett."}

{Terrell: "That's good to hear. Get some rest tonight."}

Victor gripped the steering wheel, his eyes flicking over to her, then slowly drifting down to her phone.

So, that man.

"Was he the one who helped you tonight?" Victor's voice was low and unreadable.

Isadora looked up from her phone. "Yeah."

Victor narrowed his eyes, tapping the steering wheel with his long fingers. His tone was casual, almost indifferent. "You'll have to introduce us sometime."

Isadora eyed him warily. "Why… why do you ask?"

Victor glanced over, a sly smile tugging at his lips. "What, are you afraid I'll do something?"

She rolled her eyes. "Wouldn't you?"

His eyes locked onto hers, deep and unreadable. He spoke quietly, each word deliberate. "Honestly, I wish I could hide you away from the world."

So no one else could ever see you.