Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 425

Isadora stepped into the Fitzgerald estate, where a housekeeper informed her that Victor was out back playing with Pudding. Without hesitation, she headed straight for the garden.

As she made her way down the long hallway, Isadora glanced ahead—and to her surprise, Finley was there too.

He greeted her with a warm smile. "Isa, it's been ages."

She couldn't help but linger on him for a moment, curiosity piqued—especially now that he was dating Nanette. "Didn't expect to see you here today," she remarked.

Finley nodded. "Just came by to give Pudding a check-up."

At the mention of Pudding, Isadora's concern flickered. The dog was getting old, and she worried about his health. "Is Pudding okay?"

"Don't worry," Finley replied with an easy grin. "It's just a routine check-up. He's as lively as ever—he's still got a few good years left in him."

Relieved, Isadora smiled. "That's good to hear."

Off to the side, Victor watched the exchange with a furrowed brow. Since Isadora had arrived, she'd been chatting with Finley nonstop—completely ignoring him. He shot Finley a cold look and, in a tone that left no room for argument, said, "Aren't you leaving?"

Finley blinked, a little taken aback. No invitation to dinner—just getting kicked out?

He glanced at Victor's stormy expression and thought to himself, Some friend you are. Got a wife now and the brotherhood means nothing.

Trying not to laugh, Finley turned to Isadora. "Isa, I've got to run. See you next time."

With that, he slipped away in less than a heartbeat.

Isadora turned to Victor, who was lounging in a chair with his legs crossed. Though his posture was relaxed, his face was completely devoid of expression as he stared at his phone. The garden was awash with sunlight and vibrant blooms, but the atmosphere around Victor felt icy cold.

She walked over to him. "Hey."

He didn't answer, the shifting light from his screen casting sharp angles on his chiseled face, making his features look even more severe.

After all this time together, Isadora could tell Victor was annoyed about something.

Isadora ignored his mood and pressed on. Nanette was fearless when it came to dating, but Isadora wanted to make sure Finley was good boyfriend material. And who better to ask than Victor, his closest friend?

She tugged on Victor's arm, her voice soft and coaxing. "Come on, tell me?"

So she was even resorting to sweet talk for another man? Victor's glare darkened. That's it—no more visits from Finley.

He didn't blink as he deadpanned, "He's a total player."

Isadora's eyes widened. "Seriously?"

Poor Nanette, she thought.

Victor went on, laying it on thick. "He flirts with every woman he sees, never commits, never takes responsibility—classic heartbreaker."

The more she listened, the more dubious Isadora became. And then, Victor added, his voice casual but tinged with possessive pride, "So why bother learning about other men? You only need to know me."