Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 422

Isadora never managed to say those three words—I love you.

Pulling off acrobatics like that while pregnant had left her utterly exhausted; eventually, she fell asleep, drenched in sweat.

Even in her sleep, Isadora vaguely sensed Victor cleaning her up once more, gently drying her hair, then slipping into bed and holding her close as they both drifted off.

The next morning—

Isadora had an appointment with Nanette for a day of pampering.

Nanette had just wrapped up filming her latest romance drama and, for once, had a few precious days off.

The spa was elegant and serene. Two plush massage beds sat side by side, and the women had changed into soft, comfortable robes.

Nanette was lying face-down for a back treatment, her pale, slender back exposed as the therapist massaged aromatic oils into her skin with practiced hands.

The conversation was easy. "So, Isadora, what did you think of my show?" Nanette asked, glancing over her shoulder.

Isadora, eyes closed, had chosen a simple hydrating facial—no frills, just a gentle cleanse and a cooling moisturizing mask that left her fair skin glowing with a rosy freshness.

Hearing Nanette's question, Isadora thought of Victor's blunt review—"predictable plot, average acting"—and coughed softly. "It was… alright."

Nanette laughed. "I knew it! My fans online keep saying I can still pull off a high school girl—guess all the skincare pays off. You know, a woman really has to take care of herself."

Just as she finished speaking, Nanette winced. "Ow—easy, please!"

"Sorry, Miss Nanette," the therapist apologized. "Could you lower your robe just a bit? That way I can work on your lower back."

Isadora's gaze happened to fall on Nanette's waist, where she spotted a patchwork of blue and purple marks.

Having some experience in these matters, Isadora recognized the telltale signs and teased, "Nanette, is there a new man in your life?"

A rare blush crept across Nanette's cheeks. "What man?"

"Don't try to change the subject. Who is he? He must be something if even your back isn't safe. Don't tell me—did he…?"

Flustered, Nanette shot her a look. "Isa, you're terrible! Mr. Victor Fitzgerald has clearly been a bad influence on you!"

"Come on, tell me—which male model from the industry is it this time?"

Nanette's last boyfriend, Halley, had been a jerk, but undeniably handsome. Those devil-may-care eyes could practically short-circuit a TV screen.

After all these years in showbiz, Nanette's top three rules for men were: one, he has to be hot; two, a great body; three, he listens.

"Why don't you guess?" Nanette grinned mischievously.

"If you want me to guess, it must be someone I know. Wait—don't tell me it's Scales Donovan!"

Isadora was so surprised she nearly sat up. "No way—did he finally win you over?"

"As if! That guy could strip naked and I still wouldn't bat an eye."

"Then who…?"