Chapter 187 Volunteer Myself for Work
Isabelle clicked her tongue but didn’t respond.
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“I’ve got another dinner to get to. Find something to eat yourself. I’ll try to be home early tonight.” Damian leaned down, his brow smoothing as he pinched her cheek. “It’s been a while since we’ve… exercised.
Isabelle swatted his hand away, her face flushing instantly.
“Get lost. I don’t want to see you today,” she said with mock severity.
He chuckled and slid into the passenger seat of the waiting car.
Isabelle pressed her lips together, a small smile touching them as she watched him leave.
Without the housewarming party, her stomach was growling.
Just then, her phone rang. It was Griffin. Before she could speak, he said, “Look at your four o’clock. We’re getting food.”
The line went dead–no room for discussion.
Isabelle glanced to her right. It was Collin’s car.
She walked over.
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How long have they been here?
Did they see Damian holding
me
just now?
Isabelle felt a bit like a schoolkid caught skipping class–totally awkward.
Collin’s assistant was driving. Griffin, whose back was bothering him, sat up front. Collin was in the back.
“Hello, Mr. Whitaker,” Isabelle greeted simply.
Griffin, looking at a document on his phone, nodded and said nothing.
Isabelle didn’t disturb him further.
“Hello, Isabelle,” Collin said with a smile.
“Hi, Collin.” She returned the smile.
“How have you been since… everything?” Collin’s concern was evident. He’d been watching her since she got in the
It was still winter. She was bundled up, so nothing looked out of place.
But Collin just liked looking at her.
“I’m fine. No issues. I’m tough,” she said, giving a playful wink.
Chapter 187 Volunteer Myself for Work
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“Good. Perfect timing, actually. I’m testing a new menswear pattern. You can come back and take a look,” Griffin said mildly, not looking up from his phone. “Don’t spend all your time on romance. It dulls the mind.”
Griffin and Collin both let out soft laughs.
Isabelle tapped her own lips.
Way to volunteer myself for work.
“Okay,” she agreed. Then she asked, “Mr. Whitaker, how many girlfriends have you had?”
Collin couldn’t help but laugh.
Since when do you ask Mr. Whitaker about his personal life?
Griffin frowned thoughtfully for two seconds. “Lost count. Had too many back in the day. That’s why my brain isn’t what it used to
be.”
All three of them laughed.
The car stopped at the Privé Table parking garage. Griffin walked between Collin and Isabelle as they entered the elevator together
Isabelle remembered this place. Damian had brought her here.
Their private room was elegant, with floor–to–ceiling windows offering a panoramic night view of the city.
It had been a long time since they’d gotten together. The meal stretched on for a while.
“You guys go ahead. I’ll be right back–just need the restroom,” Isabelle said, leaving the room.
The restrooms were at the end of a hallway lined with private rooms of various sizes.
As she passed one, she noticed the door was slightly ajar.
Inside, she saw Brian, Damian, and Celeste. Brian was already out cold, head on the table. A man she recognized as Duncan Amcaid was pouring drinks for Celeste.
“Mr. Kincaid, picking on a lady isn’t very sporting. I’ll drink with you,” Damian said.
He turned Celeste’s glass upside down and filled his own instead.
“Mr. Cross…” Celeste said, frowning, reaching to steady him.
Damian subtly withdrew his arm, putting distance between them. “The contract is downstairs in the car do get it forme
He pulled the car keys from Brian’s pocket and slid them across the table, giving her a meaningful look
Celeste quickly said, “Okay.” Then she hurried out
Isabelle looked away and continued to the restroom.
“He treats you well?” Griffin asked once she returned,
Collin knew exactly who he meant isabelle knew, too.
10:44 am PPPP.
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