Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 179

Nanette wrapped up filming a reality show and immediately dragged Isadora out for dinner.

They ended up at Capitolion’s hottest spot for barbecue—a place famous for its fiery taste and long waitlists.

Nanette was in high spirits, sipping on a cold beer as as she flipped marbled beef slices on the sizzling grill. She smothered them in an extra-spicy pepper sauce and took a huge bite, the heat lighting up every nerve in her brain. It was the kind of meal that made you sweat and grin at the same time.

She had spent the past month forcing down nothing but salads to keep her figure at 170cm and 45kg. Most days, she hovered somewhere between starving and fainting from hunger. So tonight, she relished every mouthful.

But across the table, Isadora just listlessly poked at her food, stirring a meatball around her bowl without ever bringing it to her lips.

Nanette shot her a look. “Babe, Victor’s on a business trip, not running off with someone else. Why so distracted at dinner with me?”

Isadora, jolted by Nanette’s voice, finally took a bite of the beef meatball—juicy and bursting with flavor. “Watching you eat is entertaining enough.”

Nanette set down her fork and eyed Isadora’s gloomy face. “Something’s up with you.”

Isadora tilted her head, a little surprised at how obvious she was being.

Nanette pressed on. “Is this about what I said before? About being careful with Mr. Fitzgerald?”

Isadora stayed silent, which Nanette took as confirmation.

“Look, I used to think all men were the same—useless, only good for being arm candy at parties. But Victor’s different. When you were being treated like crap by the Vaughan family, he stood up for you, no questions asked. Even I got to benefit from knowing you when he helped us out of that mess. He’s nothing like Magnus, that jerk.”

If Nanette knew Isadora was planning to break up with Victor soon, she’d probably launch into a full-blown interrogation.

“Speak of the devil…” she muttered.

Scales, Sammy, and Magnus strolled into the restaurant, turning heads with their height and obvious confidence.

Scales immediately spotted Nanette and swaggered over to their table. “Why don’t we join you?”

Isadora followed Scales’s gaze—and her eyes met Magnus’s for a split second before she quickly looked away. Magnus’s expression was unreadable, his hands clenched tight at his sides. Sammy glanced between his friends, raising an eyebrow without a word.

Nanette glared at Scales. “Scram. At this table, neither dogs nor men are welcome.”

Scales ignored her, plopping himself down with a smirk. “Come on, sweetheart. You should count yourself lucky I’m interested in you. Don’t get too full of yourself.”