Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 233

The next morning.

Isadora arrived at the design firm and went straight to her office.

Wendy blinked, hurried after her, and poked her head around the doorway.

"Isadora, you look exhausted! That thunderstorm last night really rattled you, didn't it?"

Slumped in her chair, Isadora barely managed a response. "Just had a nightmare, that's all."

Truth was, she'd hardly slept at all.

She'd tried every trick to drift off, but sleep had abandoned her completely.

Wendy clucked her tongue sympathetically. "Oof, sounds like that nightmare really did a number on you. You've got the biggest dark circles—I swear, you look like a raccoon."

Isadora pulled a compact out of her tote and glanced at her reflection.

She nearly jumped her face was so pale she looked like a ghost in a horror movie.

With a sigh, she dabbed on some foundation, covering up the evidence of her sleepless night.

death warmed over; she had several important client meetings lined up

would probably go nowhere. Seafarer Designs' biggest challenge was their lack of clients

they were in the running for the Horizon Architects competition, but nearly ten firms

hoping to drum up

moment to think about

Summit Crest Estates at

wasn't coming home,

texts, Isadora could

to ask where he was or what he was

just delete the message, and, on a whim, changed his

been putting in overtime for days-her face looked as drawn as

a year's worth of

twenty, but the exhaustion was aging her decades—she felt

Wendy couldn't help but speak

non-stop. You should really get some rest. Working this late every

then that Isadora realized it was

relented. "All right, go home. Let's call it a

Estates, Isadora realized her period

hot shower and crawled into