Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 322

Chapter 322 Confrontation

A hot thumb traced the sweat slicked dip of her waist, the touch sparking little shocks of sensation that made her shiver A breathy sigh escaped her lips

“Still making those sounds?” he teased, his voice low, amused rumble as he leaned in to brush a kiss against the corner of her mouth. “Who was begging ‘don’t stop‘ a minute ago?

His warm breath feathered over her collarbone, and her toes curled into the carpet.

“Briar, you get more audacious every time.” The look of pure satisfaction hadn’t left Diana’s face–her skin was still flushed a warm peach–but she couldn’t help adding, “You bastard.”

“This bastard just made you feel incredible. Say it.”

He shifted, standing up smoothly with her in his arms before settling back onto the sofa, cradling her in his lap. With careful hands, he straightened the twisted fabric of her dress, then draped his suit jacket over her bare shoulders.

Wher Diana made a move to get up, Brian’s arms locked around her waist, holding her firmly in place.

‘Trying to sneak off?” His brow furrowed.

Diana let out a derisive huff. “What, you’re looking for a tip? For that kind of short performance, a hundred dollars is overpaying.”

A deep laugh vibrated in his chest, the feeling passing through his wrinkled shirt and into her like a ripple across calm water.

If they were at his place, he’d never let her get away with a comment like that.

Did she just imply he didn’t last?

“We can look up my going rate online later,” he said, pausing for effect. “What were you planning to pay?”

She caught the glint of playful challenge in his eyes.

His hold around her middle slowly tightened.

His heat and presence enveloped her again.

Diana brought a hand up to his neck, fingers pressing to create some space. The strong line of his Adam’s apple moved under her palm, hot and solid.

She was sure she heard a low, stifled grunt.

“Until Isabelle’s situation is handled, don’t expect me to be nice to you!”

“Then what do you call all that effort I just put in?” Brian asked, putting on a convincingly wounded expression.

“That was utilizing an available tool.”

A tool? Use and toss?

He almost laughed. A tool. Right. What kind of high–tech tool self–adjusts and finds the perfect angle?

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Chapter 322 Confrontation

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Mr Cross was framed by Ashley. It wasn t real. What you see isn’t always the truth,” Brian explained, his tone turning serious

The situation was messy Damian couldn’t easily prove he was innocent, and now Ashley had vanished–which was Brian’s problem. He was lucky Damian hadn’t torn him apart over it.

“Real or not doesn’t matter to me. What matters is that Isabelle is hurt. If she’s upset, I’m upset. If she’s upset, then Damian is wrong! And that means you’re wrong too!”

Fuming, Diana slid off his lap and shrugged his jacket from her shoulders, tossing it back at him.

A glimpse of the fresh marks on her skin in the dim light made her snatch the jacket right back, wrapping it tightly around herself.

She delivered her ultimatum. “Fix this. Until you do, stay away from me.”

‘Okay, I won’t come find you. But if you miss me, you know where to find me. Fair? Brian leaned back against the sofa cushions, watching the fiery woman glare at him.

‘You-”

Diana was seething, her face hot. She spun on her heel and marched toward the door.

Why couldn’t I keep it together just now?

Brian was on his feet in an instant. His hand shot out, catching her wrist and pulling her back into the solid wall of his chest.

The sudden, firm embrace took her by surprise.

t wasn’t like his usual grabs. This felt different–tender, almost reluctant to let go. His hands didn’t roam; they just held her close, ight and secure.

Tell Isabelle that Damian’s… still good. He’s not ruined. Tell her to hang in there. They’re just rumors, but we need the right person o shut them down. I’ll push to get it sorted faster.”

Something in Brian’s steady tone cut through Diana’s anger, and the fight drained out of her.

He didn’t often talk about serious things so earnestly. This time, she could tell he meant every word.

He was being uncharacteristically gentle tonight, giving off a sense of reliability she rarely saw. It was like he’d come back from his rip overseas with a new layer.

‘I’m done with your pretty words. Don’t give me the sad puppy act. Put that energy into actually fixing the problem.”

Diana still didn’t offer a smile, turning once more to leave. But as she did, the tiniest, unbidden curve touched the corner of her mouth.

The second Brian saw Damian getting that furious, blistering call from Diana, he knew his own connection to her was hanging by thread she was ready to cut.

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