Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 255

Isadora wasn’t nearly as thick-skinned as he was. She turned her head and shot him a glare, though it didn’t hold much weight.

But just as she did, her gaze collided with Victor’s—those deep-set, striking eyes of his.

His eyes were shaded and intense, the outer corners tilting upward in a way that could almost steal someone’s breath away.

Isadora opened her mouth to say something, but the moment she met that midnight gaze, she felt her cheeks heat up, color spreading slowly across her skin.

Usually, it was just the two of them together.

Now, with her closest friend sitting right there, she felt a twinge of embarrassment—a girlish awkwardness—but more than that, a strange fluttering sensation she couldn’t quite name.

Across the table, Nanette’s impression of this so-called ‘prince’ was still stuck on their last encounter at the hospital, when he’d pulled up in his car and interfered, high-handed and domineering.

Now, here he was in person, and the reality of his presence was even more intense.

Nanette had seen her fair share of handsome men in show business—models, actors, you name it—but there was something about Victor Fitzgerald’s effortless elegance, that careless nobility in every gesture, that set him apart. None of those pretty boys could compare.

At that moment, Rowena reached across the table, raising her glass of wine toward Victor and saying in her soft, sweet voice, “Mr. Fitzgerald, thank you again for helping me get those documents on Abbott’s illegal dealings. I wanted to use this dinner as another chance to show my gratitude.”

Victor arched an eyebrow, his eyelids lifting just a touch as his gaze flicked indifferently past the wineglass. He didn’t reach for his own to return the toast. Instead, his long fingers tapped lightly on the table, his tone casual, almost lazy. “Someone’s already thanked me. Besides... I wasn’t helping you.”

Rowena’s hand hung awkwardly in the air, glass poised mid-toast, her smile faltering.

Isadora jabbed him in the side with her elbow, shooting him a warning look.

“Don’t mind him, Rowena. That’s just how he is.”