Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 197

Chapter 197 Can You Focus?

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Isabelle hadn’t wanted to wake Damian, so she’d just curled into his arms and fallen asleep.

She hadn’t expected Damian to be so… needy this morning.

Any lingering sleepiness vanished.

The alarm sounded. Damian reached a long arm out, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and swiped to dismiss it.

“You should… go to work…” Isabelle managed, biting her lip.

“Hmm?” He chuckled, his movements not easing but intensifying. “Do you even know what you’re saying?”

Damian leaned down, holding her tightly.

Isabelle knew there was no escaping him now.

But she was so tired from staying up late last night. She had to be at the studio by eight in the morning to go over the opening day details.

Damian’s kisses were demanding, full of intent.

Isabelle was worried the servants making breakfast downstairs might hear them.

Last night, she seemed to have left this door ajar; she could even faintly hear the kitchen noises below now.

“Can you focus?” he asked, his voice rough. He opened his eyes to look at her.

Embarrassed, Isabelle covered his eyes with her hand.

Damian laughed softly, murmuring close to her ear.

His voice was the perfect catalyst, a continuous, irresistible temptation.

Isabelle felt both flustered and frustrated. She’d tried to resist, thinking the alarm might make him hurry. Instead, he kept at it for over half an hour.

By the end, Isabelle was even more exhausted. She sent Diana a message, then collapsed back into bed for another half hour of sleep.

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Later, when Diana called, it was Damian who answered.

By the time Isabelle left for the day, Damian had already gone to the office.

She arrived at the studio at nine–thirty and ran into Diana at the entrance.

“You didn’t just get up, did you?” Isabelle asked, looking at Diana, who was never late, down.

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Diana snorted, slinging an arm over Isabelle’s shoulder as they walked into the courtyard together.

“Your man said you’d be running late. What was the point of my coming early?” she said.

Isabelle shot her a look. “You’re acting weird.”

Diana yawned. “What? You’re the only one allowed to sleep in?”

That’s when Isabelle noticed the faint mark on the back of Diana’s neck. A small smile touched her lips. “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Diana flushed and pushed her away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

I checked this morning. My neck was fine. I didn’t notice this spot he left.

Isabelle just smiled and didn’t press further.

They were both adults. Spelling it out would ruin the fun.

Diana relaxed, relieved Isabelle wasn’t going to interrogate her.

Brian seemed so quiet and proper usually. But with a little wine in him… his courage knew no bounds–twenty–three years old, energy to spare.

Diana couldn’t keep up. How many times did it happen last night? Her legs were still weak.

She wasn’t even sure how she and Brian ended up together. It just… happened naturally.

Just as they entered the courtyard, Evelyn came to tell them they had a visitor–a man named Collin.

Isabelle walked to the entrance of the coffee lounge, nodded, and gestured for him to be let in.

The lounge had a casual, relaxed vibe with low tables and floor cushions.

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She slipped off her shoes, walked in, and sat at the coffee table to prepare a fresh pot.

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Diana sat opposite her, holding the files. Before Diana had time to open them, Collin knocked on the doorframe and stepped inside.

“Am I interrupting?” he asked.

“What brings you to our little courtyard so often lately, Collin?” Diana teased, motioning for him to join them.

Collin sighed. “My mother made Buffalo wings. Said you two love them. Made me deliver them.”

He placed a container on the low table.

“It’s been forever since I’ve had them. I remember the roasted garlic potatoes and garlic mushroom caps were the best,” Diana said, opening the lid.

Isabelle moved the files aside to avoid any splatter and helped open the container.

Collin handed them disposable gloves.

“Try them. See if the flavor has changed,” he said.

Isabelle didn’t refuse. As she ate, a sense of nostalgia washed over her.

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