Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 256

The man’s movements as he cracked open the crab were graceful—almost mesmerizing. He carefully extracted the delicate, fragrant meat, piling it onto a pristine white plate before effortlessly placing it in front of Isadora.

Rowena’s gaze flickered, unreadable, as she glanced at the plate. In the next moment, she looked away, masking her emotions.

She couldn't remember Abbott, even back in the days when he’d pretended to care, ever treating her with such thoughtfulness during a meal. Sure, he’d been generous—ready to spend his fortune at her slightest request—but attentive? Never like this.

And Victor, well, he was someone of truly elevated status.

The comparison left a bitter taste in her mouth.

Meanwhile, Isadora was quietly savoring the crab Victor had offered her. Perhaps it was freshly flown in—the meat was sweet and tender, and her taste buds were in heaven.

Victor’s voice, low and casual, broke her reverie. “There’s plenty left. No need to rush.”

Isadora looked up, feigning innocence. “I’m not rushing.”

Victor reached over for a napkin and gently wiped the corner of her mouth, as if she were a child. “How old are you again?”

With her mouth being dabbed like a little girl, Isadora felt her ears flush. She darted a quick, mischievous glance at Nanette, who was grinning and waggling her eyebrows.

Isadora snatched the napkin from Victor, flustered. “I—I can do it myself.”

Suddenly, Rowena stood up, her voice a little strained. “Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”

Their private dining room was tucked away at the far end of the Gourmet Terrace, down a quiet corridor.

With that, he moved to return to the private room, his long stride unhurried.

Rowena watched him go, then blurted out, “Mr. Fitzgerald, do you remember The Blaine Group from years ago? My parents attended the Fitzgerald Group’s centenary gala—we had a lovely conversation with your family, with Dorian and Mrs. Fitzgerald.”

His reply was cool and edged with impatience. “I don’t remember.”

Rowena’s brief surge of confidence evaporated instantly.

She clenched her hands, unwilling to waste this rare chance to speak with him.

“You’re right—the Blaine family isn’t what it used to be. Still, could I have your contact info? Maybe someday my parents could visit the Fitzgerald family again…”