Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 384

Isadora's eyes shimmered—an unexpected wave of heartache stung behind her lashes.

She bit her lip hard, forcing herself to swallow the ache.

Victor stepped closer, reaching out his hand, long fingers tense and uncertain.

Instinctively, Isadora took a step back.

She nearly bumped into Terrell, who was standing right behind her.

That single step backward made it look as if she was about to fall into Terrell's arms.

Victor caught the movement; his eyes darkened, a sharp pang of jealousy flickering beneath the surface.

Terrell quickly regained his composure and stepped forward, shielding Isadora with his body.

"Victor, now you show up? Isn't it a little late for that?"

Victor lifted his gaze to the man in front of him, his expression cold and unyielding. He spat out a single word: "Leave."

Even Terrell, who'd seen his share of drama, was momentarily startled by Victor's ruthless glare.

The air around Victor seemed charged with anger, his presence radiating a domineering authority.

Isadora clenched her hands so tightly her nails dug into her palms, the sting of pain cutting through her confusion and bringing her back to herself.

She looked at Terrell and spoke, her voice low and hoarse, "Mr. Fawcett, didn't you say you'd drive me home? Let's go."

Terrell's tone softened. "Of course."

Isadora pressed the button on her key fob, unlocking her red Mercedes.

Before she could get in, Victor strode forward and shoved Terrell aside without hesitation.

There was a loud slam as Victor forcefully closed the car door.

He stared straight at Isadora, dark eyes glinting with a desperate, icy light. His voice, usually so composed, was now tinged with pleading. "Come with me. Please, get in my car."

"Move," Isadora muttered, head down, avoiding his gaze. For a split second, her eyes glistened red.

Victor's chest tightened painfully, his expression shifting from hope to anguish. He swallowed hard, Adam's apple bobbing as he struggled for words. "Let me explain."

He barely got the words out before a sudden cough racked his body.

Then, turning to Terrell, she said, "Let's go."

A flicker of relief flashed in Terrell's eyes.

He hurried to take the keys and open the driver's door.

Without looking back, Isadora climbed into the passenger seat, and the Mercedes sped away, leaving Victor standing alone.

Victor's gaze stayed locked on her as the car pulled out—watching the woman he loved disappear behind tinted glass.

She kept her head down, face hidden from view.

Victor's breathing grew ragged, pain throbbing at his temples.

When the car finally vanished from sight, he couldn't hold on any longer. He slowly collapsed to the ground.

Kemp and the driver rushed to his side.

Meanwhile, the red Mercedes pulled out of the underground garage and headed for the next intersection.