Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 121

“So I turned him down, quite seriously.”

At that moment, Isadora knew with absolute certainty—there wasn’t a trace of Magnus left in her heart.

She looked up, catching Victor’s gaze across the table, her eyes shining with a soft, enchanting light—like a rose swaying in a summer breeze, impossible to resist.

Victor’s eyes darkened with something unreadable as he picked up a stack of documents from the table and handed them to her. “Take a look.”

She’d noticed the folder when he arrived, but hadn’t thought much of it—until now. As she opened it, her eyes widened in astonishment.

It was a contract, signed by Mason himself, granting The Fitzgerald Group exclusive rights to bring M Boutique into their shops.

And now Victor was handing it over. Just like that.

Wasn’t this the same M Boutique that had turned her down with such arrogance earlier that afternoon? And now, it was hers, as easily as if he were handing her a wrapped gift?

As if to confirm her thoughts, Victor said with a casual kind of grandeur, “Consider it a present.”

Isadora snapped her eyes to him. “This is too valuable. What do you want in return?”

In the business world, gifts for a girlfriend were usually jewelry or pearls. But this—this was a contract every major company in the Capitolion Mall was fighting over.

“Do I need conditions to help my own woman?”

“You probably should.”

“Alright then,” Victor replied, his tone relaxed, “spend the night with me. That’s all.”

Isadora’s expression, so composed a moment ago, turned scarlet in an instant.

Did he really have to say that out loud, in a place like this, where anyone could hear?

She glanced around, then leaned in to whisper by his ear, “Sorry, I’m on my period. I can’t help you tonight.”

Victor’s eyebrows drew together in a look of comical frustration.

For once he didn’t seem like the untouchable executive, more like a man who’d just been denied his favorite treat. Isadora couldn’t help but laugh.

Victor slid an arm around her waist, giving her side a gentle squeeze. “Don’t tease me if you’re not going to follow through.”

Isadora froze, suddenly shy after all her boldness.

Victor picked up his glass of ice water and took a long drink, hoping to cool off the heat she’d stirred up.

She’s getting good at this, he thought.

“Have you been here before?” she asked quietly.

“Mhm.”

“With another woman?”

Victor set down his fork, amused. “Are you jealous?”

“I’m just… a little curious, that’s all.”

He smiled, taking his time. “What do you think? I’m too busy for that. It was with a client.”

Just then, his phone rang on the table.

Isadora glanced down. An unknown number. Unease prickled at her, but the call kept ringing.

This time, she didn’t hesitate. She answered.

An angry voice shouted through the phone, “Isadora, who the hell are you with right now?”

Victor was close enough to hear. At the phrase “who the hell,” his eyebrow quirked in surprise.