Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel 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?”

Victor shifted his grip on the wheel, his gaze flicking from his watch to her. “Where to?”

Isadora’s eyes sparkled. “Can we go back to that hilltop you once took me to?”

Victor clicked his tongue. “What’s this—feeling nostalgic with me?”

She rolled her eyes. “I heard there’s going to be a meteor shower tonight, between ten and midnight. That spot has the best view.”

The words had barely left her lips before Victor’s mouth curled into a sly, ambiguous smile.

Isadora suddenly remembered that night on the hilltop—making a wish under the stars. He’d called her naïve, even accused her of being ungrateful. Back then, she didn’t really understand what he meant.

Now, looking back, it was obvious—he’d been jealous, even then.

Embarrassment crept up on her, and she snapped, “Well? Are you coming or not?”