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

widened

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

up. In one smooth motion, he

did he

gaze was calm and lazy. "Right, your phone. That's why

handed it

she supposed to add a

glanced at his profile picture—a fluffy white photo of Pudding. The name was simply

was watching her, his eyes intense and expectant, as if waiting for her to

hesitantly began typing

to get a little

she typed:

label. The coolness in his eyes softened, lighting

of her, he picked

feel a little weird

she asked. "I only met

raised

little guy's already decided you're his mom. If I label

Isadora was speechless.

You really do have Pudding's best interests

also enabled special notifications for Isadora's

"Are you sure that's

yet here he was, setting

low and velvety. "Just returning

realizing this was Mr. Fitzgerald's version

go. Thanks for

door, but Victor called her

"Isadora."