Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 128

With the jolt of the collision, Isadora was thrown forward, slamming hard against the front of the car.

In that split second, just as disaster seemed inevitable, the airbag exploded open like a flower in full bloom, cushioning her and holding her tightly.

For several long moments, she just sat there, dazed. Eventually, Isadora lifted her head, her forehead throbbing, her mind spinning, and pain radiating through her body.

Outside, a burly bald man was pounding furiously on the window.

Taking a deep breath, Isadora pressed her hand to the swelling on her forehead, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out.

The truck driver she'd hit was glaring at her, his face flushed with anger. "What the hell are you doing? Do you even know how to drive?"

Isadora fought to keep her composure through the pain. "I'm sorry, it was my fault. I really am sorry."

The bald man seemed taken aback for a moment, probably surprised to see such a beautiful woman step out of the car. His eyes darted over the pristine white Mercedes and he gave a sleazy little smirk.

sorry was good enough, why would we

scene. They were in a deserted part

loomed aggressively behind it, undamaged. She herself was bruised and battered,

intersection; he'd swerved out suddenly, cutting her off. By traffic law, the one turning is supposed to yield

wasn't entirely blameless. She'd been distracted for a moment and hadn't noticed the truck in time to slow down. Still, if the police showed up, it wasn't clear who would be

asked, "So what

dress—one that would cost a small fortune—and her Mercedes, worth

late because of you, and you owe me for lost time, medical bills, and emotional

price. "At

him as

healthy, his truck was barely scratched, and even if she paid him a full day's wages, it

to hand over

too. Why don't we both go to the hospital and get examined? If you don't want a private settlement, let's just call the police

truck driver's face darkened. He hadn't expected her to be this sharp; if the police

hit my truck. If you don't hand over the