Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 199

The phone rang, its dial tone echoing through the car for a while.

Seconds ticked by, but no one picked up on the other end.

Victor's brows-perfectly sculpted as if by an artist's hand-drew together into a faint crease.

Was that little pig still asleep? Or maybe she was just too exhausted from last night? Had he been too rough with her?

Victor had never been the type to crave passion or intimacy all that much. But ever since he crossed paths with Isadora again, everything had changed.

As long as she was near, even the smallest thing-a fleeting, feminine gesture, a glimmer in her eyes, a simple touch of her hand-could shatter the iron willpower he'd always prided himself on.

He lounged in the back seat, tugging at his perfectly straight tie. His eyes were dark and inscrutable, lashes low, his expression impossible to read.

Just then, the phone he'd set down moments ago began to ring again.

Victor's gaze, usually cool and indifferent, suddenly lit up with anticipation. He grabbed the phone, but as soon as he saw the caller ID, the spark faded, replaced by his usual lazy nonchalance.

He answered the call.

end, Deanna's warm, affectionate voice came

ages now and still

half-smile. "What, you can't get enough information from your sources? Now you need to

a thing to say! It's just that you never come by the old house anymore-what's a grandmother supposed to do? If I didn't check up on you this way, I'd

hint of awkwardness crept into Deanna's

throughout the Fitzgerald Group, but he hadn't expected her to be called out on it so

don't you come by tonight, hm? Nannie's just come back from abroad, and she's even learned how to make those sweet treats you liked as a

dashboard twice, his handsome face utterly unreadable. "Since when did I ever

them once when Pattie made them, remember? You said they weren't

almost amused. "Anything Pattie brings me is different from what she actually

didn't matter if the recipe was the same-when someone else made it, it just wasn't right. How could

off to the side, Nannie held a tray of freshly made sweets,

your grandmother, will you? These days, I have to book an appointment just

eyes, silent for a moment. "I have things to take care of tonight. I'll

that, he