Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 457

Victor frowned. “Keep Nanette away from my woman. I don’t want her picking up bad habits.”

Finley’s expression soured. He was nothing if not protective.

“What’s wrong with Nanette? She’s just straightforward, that’s all. Honestly, Victor, you coddle Isa too much. She’s about to become Mrs. Fitzgerald, head of the family business. She’s going to meet all sorts, and you won’t always be there to shield her.”

He had a point—Victor couldn’t be by her side every minute.

The thought made Victor consider assigning bodyguards to Isadora. He couldn’t let something like this happen again.

With a long stride, Victor pushed open the hospital room door and stepped inside.

Finley hurried after him.

Nanette, caught mid-sentence, froze when she saw them enter. She felt a twinge of guilt—had Victor overheard her earlier? Trying to play it cool, she rose from the edge of the bed.

Victor walked straight to Isadora’s side, his tone gentle as he asked, “Did you take your vitamins?”

Isadora nodded obediently. “I took them this morning and at lunch.”

Victor took her hand, his face impassive. “The doctor said you need plenty of rest. No unnecessary visitors.”

Finley shot him a look—when had the doctor ever said that?

Nanette realized what was happening: Victor was kicking them out. Her, specifically.

She opened her mouth to protest, but Finley cut her off.

“Come on, Nanette, let’s go grab a coffee.”

Nanette glared at him. “I have things to do. Who said I wanted to hang out with you?”

Ignoring her protest, Finley scooped her up and started dragging her toward the door.

“Let’s go, let’s go. It’s me who wants to hang out with you.”

Victor was watching her closely, his tone unusually serious and low. “Isadora, when you’re discharged, let’s go get our marriage license.”

She blinked in surprise. “Already? So soon?”

He gave a soft laugh, his gaze dropping to her gently rounded belly. His voice was low and warm. “Your stomach’s already showing. Hardly seems fast.”

“Oh.”

“What’s wrong? Don’t want to marry me?”

Victor hooked a finger under her chin, tilting her face up until she met his eyes. His tone was lazy, but his gaze was intent. “Doesn’t matter if you don’t. It’s too late. You’re mine now—my Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

Meeting Victor’s dark, fathomless eyes, Isadora felt her cheeks flush.

What did he mean, she’d be his for the rest of her life?