Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 53

In the end, it was Victor who drove Isadora home.

Pudding, their fluffy little dog, whined and pawed at Isadora, clearly wanting to go with her.

Isadora knelt down, soothing the pup for a while. "I'll come visit you again soon, okay?" she promised. Only then did Pudding finally calm down, watching her with big, soulful eyes.

Half an hour later, Victor's limited-edition luxury car pulled up in front of Brocade Heights.

As Isadora reached for the door handle, a thought struck her.

"Victor?"

He glanced over, his eyes dark and unreadable, drumming his long fingers lightly on the steering wheel. His voice was casual, with a teasing edge. "What is it? Can't bear to leave me already?"

Isadora was so startled by his words that she coughed awkwardly.

Seriously, this man was the definition of self-absorbed.

It took her a moment to collect herself before she finally spoke up.

“Um... I just realized-we don't actually have each other's contact info."

Worried Victor might misunderstand her intentions, she quickly added, “I mean, since The Fitzgerald Group is investing in the Global Project, it'd be easier to handle business matters if we could contact each other directly."

Victor raised an eyebrow and held out his hand. "Your phone."

Almost without thinking, Isadora handed it over.

"Passcode?"

"My birthday," she replied, reaching out to unlock it herself.

But before she could, Victor's slender fingers tapped in a few numbers, and the screen lit up instantly, illuminating the car's interior.

did he know

eyes widened

the list quickly. Not seeing any names that annoyed him, a barely noticeable hint of

up. In one smooth motion, he pinned his chat to the top

incredulous. Who did he think

calm and lazy. "Right, your phone. That's why you get to pick

it

to add

his profile picture—a fluffy white photo of Pudding. The name

it as is... but Victor was watching her, his eyes intense and expectant, as if waiting for her to come up with

began

to get a little colder. She quickly hit

typed: "Pudding's

label. The coolness in his eyes softened, lighting up with a

in front of her, he picked up his own

feel a little weird about

"I only

the one who's raised him

you're his mom. If I label you any other way, he'll

Isadora was speechless.

You really do have Pudding's best interests at

Victor also

blinked in surprise. "Are you

and yet here he was, setting her

was low and velvety. "Just returning

was Mr. Fitzgerald's version of

I should go.

door, but

"Isadora."