Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 343

Intimacy

Chapter 343 Morning Intimacy

Her internal clock woke her, as it always did.

No–I have to find Isabelle, and fast.

This time was different. Nothing like before.

The next morning, Isabelle woke of her own accord, long before she’d meant to.

She checked the time–just after five.

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Putting her phone aside, she stayed in bed for a moment. Out of habit, her hand reached across to touch the covers beside her. They were still cool.

He hadn’t come to bed last night?

She frowned.

He was probably still upset.

Isabelle got up and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

She hadn’t told Susie what to prepare for breakfast the night before. Usually, he would notice what she’d been eating lately and make something she enjoyed. Today, she wasn’t sure if he would still come.

After a quick wash, she did what she had grown accustomed to–walked quietly, barefoot, to the top of the stairs and peered toward the kitchen, looking for the man who should have been busy there.

The kitchen light was on, and the stove was lit, but she didn’t see Damian anywhere.

She sat down on the top step, scanning the space below.

Usually, around this time, Damian would be moving around the kitchen, preparing food. He was never gone for long, but this time, he truly didn’t seem to be there.

So he wasn’t even making breakfast anymore?

A pang of disappointment hit her. When she saw Susie walk into the kitchen instead, her heart sank further.

Was this a case of him no longer trying, now that they’d reconciled?

She felt a quiet, private hurt.

“What’s on your mind? You’re frowning hard enough to scare off the morning,” Damian’s voice came from behind her.

Isabelle looked back—this wasn’t a dream. The man was still here.

He was in loungewear, holding the phone he had just put down after a call.

Isabelle straightened up a little.

“How did you…”

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Chapter 343 Morning Intimacy

Damian knew what she meant. “Just finished a call.”

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“Oh.”

“You were looking for me.” Damian took a step down, looking at her as if observing a curious child.

“No, I wasn’t,” Isabelle replied too quickly.

“No? Then what have you been doing sitting here watching every morning?” Damian called her out gently.

“I don’t do it every day…” Isabelle’s voice faded into a mumble.

Damian chuckled softly. “You’ve been watching me for days. I know.”

If he knew, did he have to say it out loud and make it awkward?

Damian slipped his phone into his pocket, walked down, and scooped her up.

“Aren’t your feet cold? If you want to see me, just do it openly. A call or a text would work. Don’t tiptoe around like you’re sneaking. We’re married. No matter how upset I am, I won’t ignore you.” Damian held her close, talking quietly as he carried her.

Isabelle suddenly felt a wave of calm wash over her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face against his shoulder, and held on tightly.

Truthfully, Damian had known about Isabelle’s little habit for a while. He was just grateful she hadn’t asked him to leave, so he’d never mentioned her hiding and watching.

“I thought you’d left.”

“Left where?”

“Do you still want me to make breakfast?”

“Yeah.” She had gotten used to it.

Somehow, Damian’s breakfasts tasted better than Susie’s.

Or maybe it wasn’t about the food at all.

Damian carefully set her down on the bed.

Isabelle leaned against the headboard, watching him, not wanting him out of her sight for even a moment.

Damian took out a pair of soft socks and slipped them onto her feet.

“The air conditioning runs all night. If you really want to walk around barefoot, at least wear socks. Otherwise, you might regret it later”

She didn’t actually enjoy walking barefoot–she only did it to sneak into view of the kitchen and see if he was still there.

Damian was observant. Even if she walked silently, he’d sense she was nearby, watching. Let alone if she’d worn shoes.

“Want to sleep a little longer?” he asked.

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Chapter 343 Morning Intimacy

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“Stay with me.”

Isabelle didn’t wait for his answer, reaching out to pull him into an embrace.

Damian smiled. “Alright.”

He gave her shoulder a gentle pat, got up to close the bedroom door, then returned to bed and lay down beside her.

They faced each other, holding tightly, fitting together perfectly.

Isabelle buried her face in his chest, her hand slipping around his waist and resting carefully over the uneven scars there.

The rougher the texture felt beneath her fingertips, the heavier the guilt settled in her heart.

“Why hasn’t this healed yet?” she asked, her voice full of self–reproach.

“It misses you too much to heal properly.”

“Try to drink less from now on.”

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“I will.”

He still wanted to ask about what had happened the night before at Ashley’s studio, but he couldn’t bring himself to.

Isabelle had involved Bruce, so she must have expected Damian to find out she was behind it. Since she didn’t bring it up, he would simply handle the cleanup quietly.

“You didn’t come back last night?” she ventured.

She wasn’t sure if she should ask, but she did anyway. Perhaps she needed to be the one to take the initiative more often.

“I did. By the time I got back, you were already asleep. When I left this morning, you were still sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you- you need the rest right now.” Damian stroked her hair softly.

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