Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 53

In the end, it was Victor who drove Isadora home.

Pudding, their fluffy little dog, whined and pawed at Isadora, clearly wanting to go with her.

Isadora knelt down, soothing the pup for a while. “I’ll come visit you again soon, okay?” she promised. Only then did Pudding finally calm down, watching her with big, soulful eyes.

Half an hour later, Victor’s limited-edition luxury car pulled up in front of Brocade Heights.

As Isadora reached for the door handle, a thought struck her.

“Victor?”

He glanced over, his eyes dark and unreadable, drumming his long fingers lightly on the steering wheel. His voice was casual, with a teasing edge. “What is it? Can’t bear to leave me already?”

Isadora was so startled by his words that she coughed awkwardly.

Seriously, this man was the definition of self-absorbed.

It took her a moment to collect herself before she finally spoke up.

“Um… I just realized—we don’t actually have each other’s contact info.”

Worried Victor might misunderstand her intentions, she quickly added, “I mean, since The Fitzgerald Group is investing in the Global Project, it’d be easier to handle business matters if we could contact each other directly.”

Victor raised an eyebrow and held out his hand. “Your phone.”

Almost without thinking, Isadora handed it over.

“Passcode?”

“My birthday,” she replied, reaching out to unlock it herself.

But before she could, Victor’s slender fingers tapped in a few numbers, and the screen lit up instantly, illuminating the car’s interior.

Wait—how did he know my birthday?

Isadora’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Victor glanced through her contacts, scanning the list quickly. Not seeing any names that annoyed him, a barely noticeable hint of satisfaction flickered in his eyes.

He typed in a number, and his account popped up. In one smooth motion, he pinned his chat to the top of her messages.

“Hey—that’s my phone.” Isadora protested, almost incredulous. Who did he think he was, just rearranging her contacts like that?

Victor’s gaze was calm and lazy. “Right, your phone. That’s why you get to pick the contact name.”

With that, he handed it back to her, unhurried.

Was she supposed to add a note?

She glanced at his profile picture—a fluffy white photo of Pudding. The name was simply “VF.”

She could leave it as is… but Victor was watching her, his eyes intense and expectant, as if waiting for her to come up with something clever.

Isadora hesitantly began typing “Vi…”

Suddenly, the air seemed to get a little colder. She quickly hit backspace.

Instead, she typed: “Pudding’s Dad.”

Victor gazed at the new label. The coolness in his eyes softened, lighting up with a subtle warmth.