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.

two delicate bracelets-one set with sapphires, the other a crystal one

caught in her throat. “Grandma, I miss you so

drinking. One bottle

head began to spin, and

was a soft

second later, the living room

in his pocket. The sharp scent of alcohol

didn't know that Summit Crest Estates' security staff were all former elite peacekeepers, he might have thought his

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

slender figure looked

noticing the empty bottles strewn carelessly

couldn't help but let out a short,

to go straight for the most

enough at the Greenhouse Lounge? Had

turned slowly, recognizing his voice, her face

was pink, and her lips, cherry-red and inviting, parted as

slouched down on the sofa beside her, his

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

mumbled, her words tangled, "Don't... touch