Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus) novel Chapter 346

“You’ve already helped me so much, Mr. Fawcett.”

Terrell’s eyes were gentle and deep as they rested on her, a soft smile curving his lips.

“There you go being formal again,” he teased lightly. “I told you before—drop the ‘Mr. Fawcett,’ didn’t I? If you don’t mind, call me Terrell.”

Isadora hesitated, caught off guard.

She’d rarely met a man quite like him.

Polished.

Charming.

Remarkably poised.

Ever since she’d met Terrell, he’d been unfailingly kind and courteous to everyone, never condescending or arrogant about his background. So at first, she hadn’t thought much of it.

But now, her sixth sense—the kind only women have—started whispering in her ear.

She took a small sip of warm water.

“Everyone else calls you Mr. Fawcett. I think I’ll just stick with that—it’s a perfectly fine name.”

Terrell’s gaze lingered on her, searching and steady.

“Isadora, I really like you. Would you consider giving me a chance?”

Isadora’s fingers tightened around her glass, and she bit her lip. “I’m sorry.”

Terrell nodded, his smile gracious and unruffled.

“It’s alright. I’m not trying to pressure you. It’s just—when I heard you were leaving, I couldn’t help but say something. If I’ve made you uncomfortable, just pretend I never brought it up.”

After dinner, Isadora felt a little awkward. “I should head home.”

Terrell’s tone was warm, almost teasing. “You’re not going to start avoiding me just because I confessed, are you? If so, I’ll regret being so impulsive tonight.”

Isadora didn’t want things to get weird between them, especially since she still needed his help.

“Of course not.”

Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Rowena’s eyes flashed with a wicked glint as she watched the pair from afar.

Well, look at that—Isadora’s already found herself a new man! Why is she always so damn popular?

Eleanor glanced inside the box and nearly gasped. That was a rare, thousand-year-old ginseng root!

Some “small gift.”

“You’re very thoughtful,” she said, masking her surprise.

Terrell smiled. “I’ll be on my way, then. I don’t want to keep you from your family.”

A little while later, Isadora and Eleanor were back inside.

Suddenly, Eleanor slapped her thigh. “I just realized—Terrell! The Fawcetts, aren’t they that prominent Capitolion family? The academic elites?”

Isadora just murmured an absent “mm-hmm” as she headed upstairs to shower.

But Eleanor hurried after her. “Does he like you?”

Isadora frowned. Was she really that obvious?

One look at her face told Eleanor everything.

“Isadora, I know you’ve decided to raise the baby on your own, but have you ever considered—if you had the chance—maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for your little one to have a good father figure in their life?”