Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 320

Isadora finally had a free afternoon, so she joined him at a business management forum.

They had just finished listening to a keynote by a celebrated CEO.

Sitting beside her, Terrell Fawcett handed Isadora a glass of warm water. "Take a break-here, have some water."

“Thank you,” she replied, accepting the glass and taking a sip.

"I picked up a lot of practical ideas today about management styles," Isadora remarked. "It's been really useful."

Terrell watched her in profile, a gentle smile playing at his lips. "Not many women are as eager to learn as you."

She turned, raising an eyebrow. "Really? So what are the women you know like?"

Terrell wasn't exactly an authority on women. His first love had been passionate about dancing. As for business—Isadora was honestly the first woman he'd met who seemed interested in something as cold and calculated as commerce.

With a touch of meaning, Terrell teased, "Women ought to let men pamper them. Working yourself too hard isn't good."

Isadora grinned. "I don't really have a choice, do I? I can't very well let The Vaughan Group go down the drain on my watch."

behind Terrell's glasses, his gaze darkening. "You're always so

the buffet. Terrell, ever attentive, filled

it, but the sugary sweetness was overwhelming she felt a wave

discomfort. "Not a fan of

bit stuffy." "Do you want to get some fresh

to interrupt, but everyone

hesitated, glancing at

smiled reassuringly. "It's fine, go ahead.

a gentle warning. "Alright, but don't wander too

not a

with conference rooms, banquet

her head. Lately, nausea came on more easily

burst out of a nearby hall, caught up in a noisy, boisterous game with

of the boys dashed behind her, using

unleashed a flurry of shots, plastic pellets pelting against Isadora's side a few stung

grabbed at her jacket and

play with you. Where are your

told you not to