Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 106

Brian's mouth was truly something else. As soon as he made that call, Damian came running.

Isabelle had always thought Damian just wanted a wife to check a box. With his usual unapproachable, poker-faced demeanor, he didn't seem like the type to be a doting husband, let alone a lovesick fool.

But ever since they got the marriage certificate, it was like he became a different person.

Damian tilted his head, looking at her, his gaze settling on her flushed cheeks. "Ready to go home?"

Isabelle asked, "Don't you need to go back to the hospital?"

Damian replied, "She's out of danger. We hired a private nurse."

"Oh." She nodded slightly.

"So, home?"

"Yeah."

Damian bent down, scooped Isabelle up in his arms, and hooked her high heels with his fingers.

She automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, turned her head, and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder. She greedily inhaled his scent—still that same, deeply reassuring smell.

I think I'm getting used to him carrying me like this.

He took the back exit. It was empty.

"Brian's still at the party." She suddenly remembered.

"Already called him a ride-share," Damian said.

*****

Back at the villa, he carried her straight to the bathroom.

"You go first, I'll..." Isabelle tried to struggle free, but he pulled her back.

"Honey, water isn't free..." Damian whispered.

She wasn't wearing shoes. Standing barefoot on his feet, the hot water quickly soaked through both their clothes.

"Undo it..." He paused, his voice incredibly hoarse.

*****

Damian held her tightly and fell asleep almost immediately.

Isabelle looked at the man so close to her, reached out to touch the two-day stubble on his chin, and frowned.

Then she let out a soft laugh, poked his lips, and began carefully tracing the lines of his face with her finger.

His eyes slowly opened, deep and glistening.

Isabelle froze. His breathing was so steady, I thought he was asleep. How can he fake it so well?

Aurora watched his broad shoulders and narrow waist, the veins standing out on the wrist he had tucked in his pocket. So damn sexy.

A passerby called the emergency contact. The first call went to Alaric, but he was on a plane and didn't answer.

The second was to Lucas, but he was out of state. That was when they called Damian.

She'd had heart surgery a few years back and still had occasional minor issues, so they were used to it.

Isabelle, standing at the door, pressed her lips together, forced a smile, and walked in. "You must be tired from all that crying. Have some broth."

Have some soup, then you can cry some more!

She had her doubts about the authenticity of this "fainting spell," but she couldn't dismiss it just because Aurora was being a drama queen. Basic decency still had to be observed.

The moment she walked in, Damian turned around, his eyes lighting up with clear delight when he saw her. She met his gaze for a second, then quickly looked away.

"Isabelle... you're here..." Aurora looked at her with a pitiful expression, nothing like the venomous glare she'd given her that day at the villa when she told her to move out.

"You're a grown woman. What's with all the tears? Do you think you're a kid who gets candy for crying?" Isabelle shot her a look that was almost indulgent, but her face clearly said, "Cut the act. I'm not an idiot."

Damian let out a soft chuckle, hearing the sharp edge in her tone. It reminded him of her fiery temper back when he asked, "Do you want to be my wife?"

He stepped in to help, raising the bedside tray. Together, they unpacked the food from the thermal container.

"Isabelle, I was really scared. I'm sorry... Did I disturb you two that night..." It was bold of Aurora to even ask that. She was clearly doing it on purpose.

That night, when Damian rushed over, the obvious hickeys on his neck made her furious! Every breath felt painful!