Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 487

Victor couldn't help but find her words amusing.

How did women come up with this kind of logic, anyway?

"Piggy Vaughan, what wild ideas are you cooking up in that head of yours?" he teased, half-grinning. "Is it so hard to believe I just want to do something nice for you?"

Isadora met his gaze, catching the playful glint in his eyes. She felt her own confidence waver, so she flopped back into her seat and deliberately looked away.

"Men always want something in return. I don't want your shares," she huffed.

Victor massaged his forehead, his tone shifting to something gentle and coaxing. "Why not take them? I'm offering them sincerely, you know."

She only scoffed, "I said I don't want them!"

"Then what would make you take them? Do I have to beg?" Victor couldn't remember ever lowering himself like this-pleading with a woman to accept his money.

Isadora had to bite back a smile. After a moment, she replied, lips pressed together to hide her amusement, "It has to be your choice, not because I forced you."

"Yes, yes," Victor relented, giving in with exaggerated earnestness. "I, of my own free will, am offering twenty percent of The Fitzgerald Group to the beautiful and kind Miss Vaughan."

She lifted her chin with a sly little smile. "Well, I suppose, seeing as you're so sincere, I'll just have to accept-though it's such a hardship."

Victor arched a brow, eyes narrowing with bemusement. Why did it feel like he was the one getting swindled here?

the drive home, Isadora's stomach started

to frequent. Turning to

her two chocolate bars. "We'll be home soon. Have a snack

How utterly uninspiring.

at the

Victor asked, eyebrow

rummaged through another compartment and produced a small bag stuffed with snacks—crackers, a carton of milk, slices

do you have so much food in here?" she

case you get hungry. I had my

"I don't

wandered out the window, catching the glow of a row of upscale restaurants. He pulled the car

sleek black Ferrari immediately drew the

what you want and I'll go

already unbuckling her seatbelt. "I'm

out, Victor noticed her veering

he followed her

slipped into the heart

street, their windows blazing with light. The place was bursting with life-crowds pressed shoulder to shoulder, laughter and chatter blending into

Vol

a troupe of dancers in elaborate Renaissance costumes performed for the crowd, giving the night a sense of

caught up in two strides, draping his