Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 448

Isadora gazed at the man just a breath away, taking in his strikingly handsome features.

His eyes were tinged with red, and dark circles shadowed beneath them. He looked utterly exhausted, but even that couldn't diminish his allure.

She let out a soft sound, almost a whisper. "I was afraid... if I didn't wake up, you'd be angry with me."

Victor's throat tightened as if something was lodged there, making it hard to breathe. His lashes trembled; he wanted to say so much, but in the end, only managed, "Silly girl."

Moments later, Finley arrived with the doctor.

The truth was, he'd been at the hospital all day, never once leaving.

Finley stepped forward and gave Isadora a careful examination, relieved to see her vital signs had returned to normal.

The tension that had stretched through the endless night finally snapped. Finley exhaled in relief.

Still, Isadora's body was frail.

He ordered a nutrient IV that was safe for the baby.

Pulling the stethoscope from his ears, Finley walked over to Victor, gave his shoulder a reassuring pat, and murmured, "She's alright now."

Victor's deep, restless gaze never left Isadora—not even when the doctor examined her.

Finley and the doctor slipped out, closing the door behind them and leaving the room to just the two of them.

Victor moved closer, gently taking her delicate hand in his own, his midnight eyes fixed unblinking on her face.

Isadora's gaze softened, her dark eyes shining tenderly as she looked back at him.

They simply watched each other for a long time, as if words would only break the fragile peace between them.

At last, Isadora spoke, her voice rough from sleep. "I had a dream."

Victor's voice was low and husky. "What did you dream about?"

"You were mad at me." There was a trace of woundedness in her tone, her voice softer than ever.

Victor's eyes, dark as obsidian, traced her features. He brushed his fingertips lightly across her pale cheek, then her brow, finally coming to rest on her lips. "When you're better, you can take it out on me."

Isadora shook her head gently.

He felt helpless.

How was he scolding her? Hadn't he practically lost half his life because of her, and she still thought he was being harsh?

But there was nothing he could do. Watching her cry like this shattered his heart. "Alright, alright. I won't scold you."

Isadora, sensing her advantage, pressed on. "Then take back what you said."

"What did I say?"

"The bit about stabbing you. I don't want to hear that again."

Victor lowered his gaze, his eyes locking onto hers, deep and unwavering. "Promise me you'll never let something like this happen again."

She nodded.

He asked quietly, "Who's most important to you?"

A gentle smile curved her lips. "You are."