Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 371

Especially considering this Lamborghini had been customized—the speed was completely off the charts.

Isadora gripped the steering wheel tight, her gaze locked on the road ahead, not daring to blink.

In the passenger seat, Victor couldn't help but chuckle at her tense, battle-ready posture. His voice was low and teasing. "Honestly, you look more dangerous like this."

Isadora licked her lips, eyes never leaving the highway. "Don't talk. Just sit back and relax."

With that, she slammed her foot down on the gas.

The engine roared.

The Lamborghini shot forward like a crazed beast let off its leash.

They flew down the empty road, the world outside blurring past so fast that Isadora could barely distinguish shapes from shadows.

Her palms were sweating, and she squeezed the wheel even tighter, swallowing hard.

A few minutes passed.

Victor's lazy drawl drifted over. "Go on, floor it."

Isadora bit back a curse. "Floor it?!"

She shot him a wide-eyed look. "You think we're not going fast enough? There's a red light up ahead!"

Victor barely cracked an eyelid, sounding completely unconcerned. "Oh, I figured you wanted to plow right through it. Otherwise, why aren't you braking?"

Isadora: "..."

It took her a split second too long to process. Then, with a gasp, she slammed on the brakes.

Forty minutes later, they finally pulled up outside Summit Crest Estates.

When Isadora climbed out of the car, her legs felt like jelly. She shot a glare at the Lamborghini, as if it was the car's fault for being so wild and reckless.

"Idiot," she muttered.

Victor found her flustered expression adorable. He reached over and ruffled her hair, grinning. "You just need more practice. Next time, I'll show you how it's done."

Isadora straightened her hair, rolling her eyes. "Thanks, but I'll pass."

Inside the house.

Isadora sat on the edge of the bed and gently pressed the cool towel to his forehead.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

She got up and went to answer it.

Standing outside was Finley, medical bag in hand.

He paused for a split second at the sight of her, then gave a quick grin. "Hey, Isa. Fancy seeing you again."

Isadora nodded, ushering him inside and leading him to the bedroom.

Finley glanced at Victor and asked, "What's the situation?"

Isadora replied, "He's running a high fever."

Finley joked, "The guy's usually built like an ox. Pretty rare to see him knocked down by something like this, huh, Isa? Maybe he's just angling for sympathy."

Before the words were even out of his mouth, Victor cracked open one eye and fixed Finley with a sharp look.

"I had no idea you'd developed such a vivid imagination, Finley. Hmm?"