Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 378

Isadora caught a glimpse of Terrell's hand out of the corner of her eye.

She instinctively angled her body away, just a little, hoping he wouldn't notice.

Terrell's large hand hovered in the air for a moment before he slowly withdrew it. A trace of disappointment flickered across his face.

"Don't worry," he said softly. "Tomorrow's press conference will go just fine."

"Thank you," Isadora replied quietly.

Terrell's gentle expression quickly returned, and he teased, "If you keep thanking me, I'll have to start charging interest."

Summit Crest Estates.

Isadora made up an excuse about needing to work late at the office to prepare for tomorrow's press conference, opting not to go home to see Eleanor.

Partly, she didn't want Eleanor to worry. But mostly, she was afraid Eleanor would realize she still hadn't gotten in touch with Victor.

Being at Summit Crest Estates, she could almost feel Victor's presence lingering in the rooms.

Isadora sat curled up on the bed, arms hugging her knees as she stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows at the dazzling city lights, lost in thought.

The press conference was tomorrow.

And she still hadn't heard a word from Victor.

It wasn't so much fear of what would happen tomorrow that gnawed at her-it was worry.

that something had happened

had run into trouble, it was obvious that

the sapphire bracelet on her wrist and murmured,

still haven't asked me what kind of wedding I want. Come home and I'll tell

never felt too big. But tonight, the silent darkness seemed to press in

turned in

while, Isadora finally gave up. She threw back the

opened the door, and took

the shirt tightly to

freshly laundered-no trace of his

it, her heart felt

knew it, she

The next morning.

conference began right

crammed into the

was hoping to dig up more dirt from the

Terrell stood

as head of PR for the day, had prepared for

sheet of paper-standard responses to

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There will be plenty of pointed questions coming your way. Here are some talking points I've pu together for you. Feel

the paper, her

Terrell watched her closely.

was calm—impossible to tell whether she was anxious or afraid. He asked gently,