Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 211

When Isadora glanced at her phone behind the wheel, her grip on the steering wheel unconsciously tightened.

Wait for your sister!

That’s what she’d said—but at the end of the street, Isadora still made a turn in the opposite direction.

Half an hour later, she arrived at Summit Crest Estates.

Maybe Victor had already told the building manager she was coming, because the usually vigilant security guard waved her through the gates the moment he spotted her license plate.

Isadora parked the car, then took her private elevator straight up to the 66th floor—the penthouse.

She punched in the code, and with a soft click, the double doors slid open.

The massive, luxuriously furnished living room was aglow with dazzling lights, but completely empty.

She lingered in the entryway for a moment, then finally stepped inside, bending down to swap her shoes for a pair of women’s slippers she’d left there the other day.

Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.

A tall man emerged, moving with a lazy confidence.

Victor had a towel slung low around his waist, his abs sharply defined, chest glistening with droplets of water that traced down his skin before vanishing into the flat planes of his stomach. His hair was dripping, silent rivulets falling onto the floor.

Isadora blinked, feeling for a moment as if she’d been transported back to that first morning after her kidnapping—when he’d come out of the bathroom just like this.

Victor casually toweled off his hair as he strolled to the open kitchen, poured himself a glass of water, and leaned against the counter, dark eyes flicking over to her.

Isadora shifted, uncomfortable.

Their argument that afternoon still hung between them, and she wasn’t sure how to face him now.

Before coming over, she’d told herself: Just treat him like a benefactor—do what’s expected, don’t overthink it.

But now that he was right here, Isadora’s heart was beating faster than usual.