Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 487

Victor couldn’t help but find her words amusing.

How did women come up with this kind of logic, anyway?

“Piggy Vaughan, what wild ideas are you cooking up in that head of yours?” he teased, half-grinning. “Is it so hard to believe I just want to do something nice for you?”

Isadora met his gaze, catching the playful glint in his eyes. She felt her own confidence waver, so she flopped back into her seat and deliberately looked away.

“Men always want something in return. I don’t want your shares,” she huffed.

Victor massaged his forehead, his tone shifting to something gentle and coaxing. “Why not take them? I’m offering them sincerely, you know.”

She only scoffed, “I said I don’t want them!”

“Then what would make you take them? Do I have to beg?” Victor couldn’t remember ever lowering himself like this—pleading with a woman to accept his money.

Isadora had to bite back a smile. After a moment, she replied, lips pressed together to hide her amusement, “It has to be your choice, not because I forced you.”

“Yes, yes,” Victor relented, giving in with exaggerated earnestness. “I, of my own free will, am offering twenty percent of The Fitzgerald Group to the beautiful and kind Miss Vaughan.”

She lifted her chin with a sly little smile. “Well, I suppose, seeing as you’re so sincere, I’ll just have to accept—though it’s such a hardship.”

Victor arched a brow, eyes narrowing with bemusement. Why did it feel like he was the one getting swindled here?

. . .

On the drive home, Isadora’s stomach started to grumble.

She gazed out the window at the bustling strip of nightlife they used to frequent. Turning to Victor, who was focused on the road, she announced, “I’m hungry.”

He glanced over, then popped open the center console and handed her two chocolate bars. “We’ll be home soon. Have a snack to tide you over.”

How utterly uninspiring.

Isadora barely looked at the chocolates, uninterested.

“Not your thing?” Victor asked, eyebrow quirked.

He rummaged through another compartment and produced a small bag stuffed with snacks—crackers, a carton of milk, slices of whole-grain bread.

“Why do you have so much food in here?” she asked.

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