Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 450

Isadora looked up at him. Victor's handsome face was unreadable, his lips pressed in a line, his entire focus fixed on feeding her.

She opened her mouth and obediently took another spoonful.

After she finished the soup, Victor set the bowl aside and pulled a tissue from the box, gently wiping the corner of her mouth.

His fingertip brushed her cheek, and warmth rushed to Isadora's face.

She reached for her glass, intending to take a sip of water, but Victor was quicker. He picked up the glass, refilled it with fresh warm water, and handed it to her.

Isadora's dark, clear eyes stayed on him as she accepted the glass and drank.

Once she finished, Victor stood, ready to return to the sofa and get back to his work.

But just as he straightened, Isadora reached out and carefully tugged at his shirt sleeve.

Victor turned, lowering his gaze to where her small hand clung to his sleeve.

Isadora bit her lip. "Victor, are you angry with me?"

He looked at her, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. After a moment's silence, he answered, "I told you, I could never be angry with you."

"But you're so distant. You barely smile. You feed me, then go straight back to work. And today, you've hardly spoken to me."

Isadora paused, counting on her fingers, "Not even ten sentences."

Her voice was soft, a careful, almost pleading little accusation.

Victor sat down again, his gaze steady on her. She met his eyes, her own beautiful ones shining with a hint of hurt.

He reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm only angry at myself."

Isadora blinked.

He was angry at himself?

She asked quietly, "Why?"

Victor squeezed her hand, a self-mocking smile flickering across his lips, bittersweet and vulnerable.

He wasn't as strong as he pretended.

He was terrified.

It wasn't just that she hadn't taken care of herself.

What really hurt was that he hadn't managed to protect her.