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

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

running for the Horizon Architects competition, but nearly ten firms

every potential client meeting she could, hoping to drum up more business for the firm. Over the next few days, Isadora threw herself into work

a moment to think about anything

back to Summit Crest

home, he'd

time she saw his texts, Isadora could only smirk at

never bothered to ask where he was or what

on a whim, changed his name

the office, Wendy had been putting in overtime for days-her face looked as drawn as

it was like her boss was hell- bent on cramming a year's worth of work into a single

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

Wendy couldn't

rest. Working this late every night is

was only then that Isadora realized

relented. "All right, go home.

at Summit Crest Estates, Isadora realized her period had

hot shower and crawled