Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 112

Isadora’s expression darkened, the last traces of drowsiness vanishing from her mind.

She hugged her arms around herself, her voice cool and distant. “So this is how you reward women, Mr. Fitzgerald?”

Victor could feel the shift—moments ago, the woman in his arms had been soft and affectionate, but now her mood seemed to turn on a dime.

He never understood how women’s minds worked.

He just wanted to give her something, that was all.

But despite her even tone, Isadora’s words were edged with distance.

Victor lowered his gaze and fixed her with a penetrating look. “I’ve told you before—I’ve only ever slept with you.”

Sleep together? Sure, they had. But everyone in the city knew Victor Fitzgerald had a string of women vying for his attention. Of course he was used to handing out gifts and favors as if it meant nothing. Why would she be any different?

Isadora replied, “There’s nothing I want, but thank you for your... generosity, Mr. Fitzgerald.”

With that, she shifted away from Victor’s embrace, moving to the far side of the bed.

Victor’s eyes grew cold.

He couldn’t for the life of him figure out what he’d done to upset her.

The room was steeped in darkness, their quiet breathing the only sound, making the silence feel even heavier.

Victor reached over and gently turned Isadora to face him.

His palm rested against her pale cheek, thumb brushing lightly over her lips.

“Isadora, what are you so sensitive about?”

The words cut straight to her core, stripping away the thin veil she used to protect herself. Her expression crumpled.

Yes, she was sensitive.

When she’d first come to live with the Vaughans, she’d felt like an outsider, always treading carefully, desperate to please everyone in the family.

Sometimes, if Eleanor thought she was being good, she’d say, “Isadora, you’ve done well lately. What would you like as a reward?”