Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 270

He led her toward the waiting Rolls-Royce, which had clearly been parked there for some time.

The chauffeur stood at attention, respectfully holding the door open. Once they’d climbed inside, he immediately slid into the driver’s seat and pulled away.

Even though this was the extended edition of the Rolls, the backseat still felt a bit cramped.

Victor lounged next to her, impossible to ignore—his presence filled the space.

The familiar scent of him made Isadora’s palms sweat without warning. Now she finally understood what people meant when they said absence makes the heart grow fonder.

Victor leaned against the seat, one hand propping up his head, and glanced at her sideways. His gaze was smoldering as he lifted his lashes.

His voice was lazy, almost teasing, “What’s the occasion today, hmm?”

Isadora blinked. “What do you mean, what occasion?”

“You came to pick me up.”

She put on her best poker face. “I just happened to finish work early. Had a little spare time, that’s all.”

“You missed me that much?”

His deep, gravelly voice rolled through the car—somehow rough and breathtaking all at once.

A flush crept up Isadora’s neck. After a second’s hesitation, she nodded, honest despite herself.

Victor’s fingers reached out to toy with her earlobe.

“Isadora, when you’re this honest, are you expecting me to do something about it?”

Color crept across her cheeks, blooming like watercolor. She bit her lip and shot him a look. “Not anymore, I don’t.”

Victor laughed softly. In one smooth motion, his long arm pulled her toward him, gathering her into his embrace.

Isadora’s forehead landed squarely against his solid chest.

A moment ago, she’d only felt his heartbeat thumping against her palm.

Now, her ear was pressed right to his chest, and she could hear it—strong and steady.

Thump. Thump.

Her own heart lurched like she’d been zapped by a live wire. For a second, she couldn’t tell if it was her pulse or his—or maybe both, tangled together, making her whole body tingle with nerves.

Catching a glimpse of the chauffeur in the rearview mirror, Isadora blurted out, flustered, “What are you doing? The driver’s right there!”

No matter how luxurious the car, there was no way the driver could miss what was happening in the back.