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.

delicate bracelets-one set with sapphires, the

caught in her throat. “Grandma, I miss

kept drinking. One bottle

to spin, and her

there was a

second later, the living room

doorway, tall and composed, one hand in his pocket. The sharp

that Summit Crest Estates' security staff were all former elite peacekeepers,

dark gaze swept the room, landing on Isadora, who sat

in the silver glow, her slender figure looked draped in fragile gauze, lonely and

empty bottles

let out a short,

straight for the

enough at the Greenhouse Lounge? Had to

turned slowly, recognizing his voice, her

and inviting, parted as she breathed in the scent of alcohol

his gaze lingering on her for a long

out and gently pinched her flushed cheek. Her skin was burning hot beneath his fingers-hot

mumbled, her words tangled,