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.

bracelets-one set with sapphires, the other

her throat. “Grandma, I

drinking. One bottle emptied,

to spin, and her

was a soft

living room lights

his pocket. The sharp scent of alcohol in the

were all former elite

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

slender figure looked

over, noticing the empty bottles strewn carelessly

but let out

her to go straight for the most expensive

enough at the Greenhouse Lounge? Had to keep

his voice, her face flushed with

her nose was pink, and her lips, cherry-red and inviting, parted as she breathed in the

beside her, his gaze lingering

cheek. Her skin was burning hot beneath

her words