Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 56

He tilted his head, looking down at her. "Mrs. Cross, I don't think you know your husband very well."

Isabelle really didn't know him. She knew he was her boss, her husband, and that he was very wealthy. Beyond that, she knew almost nothing.

His words sent her thoughts into a chaotic mess. She remembered what Gary had said to her earlier.

Would he really get tired of me? Would someone like him ever truly be interested in someone like me?

He had made his interest clear, more than once, in ways both obvious and subtle. But she was too scared to even give him an inch.

Could he end up like Gary? If I keep putting off being intimate, would he find someone else he likes a little and history would just repeat itself?

"What are you thinking about now?" Damian asked.

The elevator had reached the second floor a while ago. The doors had opened and closed again. Damian took her hand, his fingers gently stroking hers. Her hand was ice-cold, and her face was pale.

"Nothing," she said, snapping back to the present. She tried to step out, but Damian shifted the flowers to the arm holding their coats. In one smooth motion, he scooped her up with his other arm.

"Ah!" she cried out in shock, her arms instinctively flying around his neck. The soft curves of her chest pressed against the side of his face. Her long hair brushed against his cheek, leaving a faint, sweet scent.

Isabelle's heart was pounding, but Damian didn't even seem out of breath. The elevator doors closed again.

For the first time, Isabelle looked down at him from this angle. The rims of his ears were flushed red, a vein stood out on his forehead, and his face was buried against her chest in an incredibly intimate, embarrassing position.

She carefully tried to put some space between them, loosening her grip to rest her hands on his shoulders, her fingers clutching his shirt.

He didn't speak, and she didn't dare ask.

The elevator doors opened. He walked out with steady steps, carrying her toward their room. He deposited the coats and flowers on the sofa and shifted his hold on her, cradling her in both arms.

"Damian..." she whispered, her voice trembling as her fists tightened in his shirt.

"Hmm." Damian carefully laid her on the bed, leaning over her. "We have work tomorrow. Get washed up and go to sleep early." A warm kiss landed on her forehead.

"Okay," she said softly, releasing her grip.

He stroked her hair, then walked into the study.

Isabelle stared at the white ceiling, feeling lost. His attitude today was different. Ever since he saw Gary, there was a darkness in his eyes she'd never seen before.

Was it because I talked to Gary for a few minutes?

Not until she stood beside his chair, half a meter away.

His gaze moved from the keyboard to her, and his hands stilled instantly.

In that moment, a raw heat surged through him uncontrollably, a spark of desire igniting in a flash. The intensity of his own reaction startled him.

His relaxed fingers tightened slightly on the keys, the veins on the backs of his hands becoming more pronounced. His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and even the muscles in his arms seemed to tense with the effort of holding back.

She didn't know that even wrapped in a heavy coat, her presence could stir this in him. Let alone in this scrap of fabric that looked like it could be torn off with a tug.

With immense effort, he forced himself to look away. He slowly stood up, took the suit jacket from the back of his chair, and draped it over her shoulders. Then he turned her around, away from him.

Isabelle was startled by his actions. She didn't dare move. The heat from his large hands on her shoulders seeped through the fabric, spreading through her whole body.

What does this mean?

She only felt the pressure on her shoulders increase. It hurts... He is holding back.

"Damian..." she started, her voice faltering. She felt her breathing tremble, her whole body shaking.