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.

looked down at her wrists: two delicate bracelets-one set with sapphires, the other a crystal one Margaret

her throat. “Grandma, I miss

One bottle emptied, then

head began to spin, and her mind drifted in and

there was a soft

living

stood in the doorway, tall and composed, one hand in his pocket. The sharp scent of

staff were all former elite peacekeepers, he might have thought his

room, landing on Isadora, who sat on the floor by the full-length windows, drinking in

figure looked draped in fragile gauze, lonely

noticing the empty bottles

help but let out a short, incredulous

her to go straight for the most

at the Greenhouse Lounge? Had to keep drinking

slowly, recognizing his voice, her face flushed with

her lips, cherry-red and

beside her, his gaze

and gently pinched her flushed cheek. Her skin was burning hot beneath his fingers-hot enough to send a jolt straight

her words tangled, "Don't...