Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)

Chapter 385

Isadora called out, "Stop."

Terrell hit the brakes and glanced over at her. "What's wrong?"

Staring straight ahead, Isadora's voice was cool and distant. "Mr. Fawcett, I'm sorry, but I need you to get out."

Her words, paired with that frosty look, made everything suddenly clear.

Terrell realized she had only been using him.

A wry smile tugged at his lips.

So from beginning to end, this woman had never given him even the slightest chance—not even a crumb of hope to cling to.

Unable to help himself, Terrell asked quietly, "Isadora, do you really love him that much?"

Her lashes trembled. A single tear slid down her cheek. "Yes. I love him."

It was like a blade driven straight into his chest.

His hands clenched the steering wheel, knuckles turning white.

drive

her head, calm and composed. "No, thank you. I've thought it through. There are more important

Terrell's mind, Isadora had always seemed delicate beneath her beautiful exterior. But in this moment, he

stronger than

the driver's seat. She didn't look back, not even once, as she slid

purred to life and disappeared

just stood there, watching until the car vanished from

***

garage. Inside a

looked ashen, sweat beading on

was pacing, panic written all over his face. "Mr. Fitzgerald, don't scare me like this!

You're giving me a headache," Victor

brakes echoed

to a halt beside

out of the driver's seat, grabbed a medical kit, and hurried

next second, he was

backseat, skin ghostly pale, lips drained of color rage flared in

felt like he