Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 489

After their stroll, they returned to the car.

Victor lounged in the driver's seat, looking relaxed and slightly overheated. He'd undone two buttons on his shirt sleeves, and his hand rested lazily on the wheel. With a sidelong glance, he drawled, "Ready to go home now, Mrs. Fitzgerald?"

His words jogged Isadora's memory. She glanced at him, her tone layered with meaning. "Which home?"

Victor arched an eyebrow, not quite following her line of questioning.

She was thinking of that photo-the one taken at the Fitzgerald estate.

Victor seemed determined not to spoil the rare, easy mood between them by stumbling into a trap of his own making.

"Your place," he answered.

Isadora shot him a look. At least he knew when to play it safe.

Just as Victor started the engine, foot hovering over the gas, Isadora broke the silence. "Can we make one more stop?"

the wheel, his gaze flicking from his watch

we go back to

clicked his tongue. "What's this-feeling nostalgic

"I heard there's going to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and

barely left her lips before

hilltop-making a wish under the stars. He'd called her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful. Back then,

back, it was

and she snapped, "Well? Are you

not?"

pink that had crept into her delicate ear. Without warning, he reached across

"Of course. If Mrs. Fitzgerald commands it, how

they found themselves back at that quiet, open

of laughter and ridicule from the others. Victor had swept her

felt so free. She couldn't say that was when she fell for him, but something changed inside her that night. Back then,

blue sky stretched overhead, studded with stars like scattered gemstones-so close it felt as if you could reach out and pluck them from the velve darkness. The air was crisp and fresh, tinged with the scent of earth. She took

leaned against the hood of the convertible, side

vast, starry sky laid out before them