Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 224

Wendy had a date, so she didn't ride back with Isadora.

Before leaving, Isadora turned to Rowena and said,

"Rowena, take care of your uncle for now. Wendy and I will handle things at Seafarer Designs. You don't need to worry."

She returned to Summit Crest Estates.

The house was shrouded in silence and dimness, the only light spilling in from the tall windows where the moon hung pale and high, casting a cool, silvery glow across the room.

Isadora didn't bother turning on the lights. She slipped off her heels, letting them fall to the floor, and padded barefoot straight to the liquor cabinet.

The cabinet took up an entire wall in the living room, stacked with dozens of expensive bottles-whiskey, gin, fine wine-all glinting in the moonlight.

She sat down on the floor in front of the couch, unscrewed the cap from a bottle, and watched the liquor swirl inside like shattered moonbeams.

She started drinking, one swallow after another.

As the alcohol burned its way down, her eyes grew red and stung with unshed

tears.

wrists: two delicate bracelets-one set with sapphires, the other

in her throat. “Grandma, I

drinking. One

her head began to spin, and

there was a soft

living room lights

hand in his pocket. The sharp scent of alcohol in

all former elite peacekeepers, he might have thought his home

the room, landing on Isadora, who sat on the floor by

slender figure looked draped in

noticing the empty bottles

but let out

to go straight for the most

enough at the Greenhouse Lounge? Had to

slowly, recognizing his voice, her face

her lips, cherry-red and inviting, parted as she

sofa beside her, his gaze lingering on

flushed cheek. Her skin was burning

her words