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.

couldn't afford to look like death warmed over; she had

meetings would probably go nowhere. Seafarer Designs' biggest challenge

running for the Horizon Architects competition, but nearly ten firms were competing for that

took every potential client meeting she could, hoping to drum up more

moment to think

back to Summit Crest Estates at night, Victor

coming home, he'd send her

she saw his texts, Isadora could only smirk

to ask where he was or what

on a whim, changed his name in her phone

Wendy had been putting in overtime for days-her face

boss was hell- bent on cramming a year's worth of work into a single week, and Wendy, as

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

evening, Wendy couldn't help

really get some rest. Working

realized it

"All right, go home. Let's call

Estates, Isadora realized her period

and crawled