Isadora was thinking along the same lines. "Thank you, Mr. Fawcett. You've helped me once again."
Terrell's voice was gentle. "Isadora."
She took a sip of tea. "Yes?"
"About last night..."
Her fingers tightened around the cup.
"I'm sorry I didn't comfort you last night," Terrell said, regret in his tone.
Isadora set her cup down, her expression sincere. "Mr. Fawcett, you already saved me. If not for you, I wouldn't even be here today."
He studied her intently, his voice low. "But in your eyes, I'm still just Mr. Fawcett."
A question that had lingered in her mind finally found its way out. "Why do you care for me? We haven't known each other that long."
A faint, wry smile touched Terrell's lips. "Sometimes, you just know. If I told you right now that I can't imagine my life without you, I doubt you'd believe me. But, Isadora, I want you to know—I don't mind that you're pregnant. If you'll let me, I'd like to take care of both of you."
It was too much. Too heavy.
"Mr. Fawcett, you don't have to do this."
Terrell's next question was almost casual. "Is there someone else in your life now?"
Isadora thought of Victor, of the imminent departure she'd been planning, and shook her head.
A flicker of hope lit Terrell's eyes. "So, there's still a chance for me."
"Can I ask… what kind of man is the baby's father?"
Silence settled between them.
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The readers' comments on the novel: Never Again Yours (Isadora and Magnus)
It takes too long to get to the point. Too much unnecessary in between in all of these books. Too many extra characters, the authors lose the plot after a while....