Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Drunken Whispers

Isabelle walked calmly toward him. Damian extended a hand, and she took it naturally

“Apologies, everyone. Please carry on,” Damian said, guiding her away from the group.

“Excuse us,” Isabelle added with a polite smile..

They left under a wave of admiring and envious glances.

“So that’s Mrs. Cross!”

“They’re just too perfect together–an acclaimed designer and the CEO of a public company. I’m totall shipping them!”

“They kept their marriage so low–key! I almost offended the CEO’s wife earlier…”

“Just checked the forum. Ms. Foster is famous now,” Damian remarked playfully, gently pinching her cheek.

“Not as impressive as you, Damian,” Isabelle teased, mimicking his earlier phone gesture. “It’s getting da Time to wrap things up.“”

Damian let out a soft chuckle. “Nothing gets past you, does it?”

“Celeste being taken away–was that your doing?”

“Just provided some evidence, that’s all. She got what was coming to her.”

Didn’t she want to make a grand entrance in that custom gown?

Well, she got all the attention she asked for.

The more dazzling she looked wearing it, the more humiliating it became when they led her away in cu

Nobody messes with his wife, oversteps their bounds, or tests his patience.

Once she was in custody, the shareholders wouldn’t keep her around. Removing her from the companie would be the natural next step.

But what he hadn’t expected was that Isabelle had set a trap for Celeste as well.

Now that was the woman he married–someone who preferred to settle things out in the open

“Sean’s disappearance…” she lowered her voice, “was that you too?”

“Don’t think of your husband as so cruel. I’m a law–abiding citizen. I’d never dare do anything illegal

Isabelle wanted to press further, but he smoothly guided her into a conversation with a few semar executives.

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certain he was involved.

As for the situation with Zollar Group–that went without saying

And with Sean, he’d only done half the work.

He’d arranged for Sean to be taken, but hadn’t laid a hand on him personally. Instead, he’d had him le a suburban storage unit and made sure the families of the female students Sean had assaulted were notified.

What happened after that… well, that was anyone’s guess.

The networking event lasted well past midnight.

Isabelle helped Damian walk back across the courtyard toward their room.

This time, he was genuinely drunk–he’d even gotten sick on the way back.

“Isabelle…”

Damian’s arm was draped heavily over her shoulders. Even though he’d unconsciously loosened his grip Isabelle still felt like she was carrying dead weight.

“Isabelle…” he kept murmuring against her hair.

“I’m right here,” she replied, swiping their key card to enter the suite.

“Isabelle, I love you…”

“I know,”

“I love you…”

He kept repeating it, turning clumsily to pull her into a tight embrace, refusing to let go.

“I know, I know. Can you handle a shower by yourself?” Isabelle asked, struggling to keep them both upright.

His clothes were stained from when he’d been sick earlier.

“Will you help me?” he asked, his tone carrying a hint of a whine, yet his awareness seemed fully intact- nothing like someone truly out of it

Help him shower? In his dreams.

Was he pretending to be drunk just to get his way?

“Why aren’t you saying anything?” he whispered near her car, his breath warm.

“You’re a grown man. You can manage on your own…” she muttered quietly

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“No way. I’ve helped you shower so many times, but you’ve never helped me. Not fair,” he complain `exhaling a strong wave of alcohol–tinged breath before letting out a hiccup.

Worried he might be sick again right there, Isabelle quickly steadied him and guided him toward the bathroom.

As soon as they entered, Damian gently pinned her against the edge of the marble sink. He grabbed. towel, spread it over the countertop, then lifted her by the waist and set her down on it.

The mirror behind them reflected the graceful curve of her back.

He positioned himself between her legs, resting his chin on her shoulder as his breathing gradually steadied.

But Isabelle wasn’t nearly as calm–her own breaths grew noticeably quicker.

“Liar,” she said, giving his muscular arm a light swat.

“I really am drunk. No strength left,” he claimed, bracing his hands on the counter to create a little spac between them.

He wanted to kiss her, but he’d just been sick and was afraid she’d find it unpleasant.

“You seemed plenty strong just now when you lifted me up.”

“Yeah, sometimes I am. Do you like it?”

Damian reached out and gently stroked her flushed cheek. “I like it…”

Isabelle covered his mouth to stop him from saying more.

“Have some decency, will you?”

“Okay…”

He mumbled in agreement, keeping one arm securely around her waist as he reached behind her for his toothbrush and began applying toothpaste.

“Can you let me down first?” Isabelle asked, eyeing this suddenly clingy version of her husband

“No. If I let go, you’ll ignore me.”

“I won’t go anywhere,” Isabelle said, frowning slightly.

The man was seriously heavy–over a hundred and eighty pounds of him leaning on her like this, and her shoulders were already aching.

Reluctantly, he loosened his hold, now holding a cup and toothbrush in each hand

He filled the cup with water, kept one arm loosely around her waist, and began brushing his teeth, his gaze never leaving her reflection in the mirror.

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“Why are you staring at me like that?” Isabelle asked, a soft smile touching her lips. He really was out of it

Damian didn’t reply, simply continued watching her intently as he brushed.

She reached out anu pi her heart really clung to.

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After brushing his teeth, he splashed some cold water on his face, shaking off the last of the drowsines “Isabelle…” he murmured, stepping close again until their foreheads were touching. His hands found their usual place on the slim curve of her waist.

“Yeah?” Isabelle asked, her gaze soft.

“Let’s have a baby,” he said, drawing her in against the firm, unmistakable outline of his body.

“No.”

She linked her arms behind his neck, looking him straight in the eye, her expression completely serious. The bright light in Damian’s eyes flickered, dimming just a touch.

“Why not?”

“Look at the state you’re in. Any kid we made tonight would probably be born with a hangover.”

Damian let out a quiet laugh, his spirits lifting instantly. “I’m not talking about tonight. Besides, let’s be real, nothing’s happening tonight. I mean, nothing.” He emphasized the point with a series of light, quick kisses at the corner of her mouth.

“Exactly. So, if you still feel the same way when you’re sober tomorrow, then we can talk about making plans.”

Hearing that, Damian pulled her into a tight hug, leaving no space between them. “Then… will you help me get washed up?” he asked, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

The sensation sent little sparks skittering down her spine. She’d never really bathed anyone before Damian was always the one taking care of her in that department, which felt entirely different–the idea of returning the favor was just plain awkward. The mere thought of it… her mind refused to go there Bathing a guy his size–well over six feet–was just… weird.

“Come on, Honey?” he coaxed, his voice a soft, persistent murmur.

“Alright, fine…” she gave in.

Yeah, right…

By the time Damian was finally tucked into bed, it was past one in the morning. Isabelle’s arms were worn out. The man had a body that could make an ordinary shower look like something from an art book – all perfectly sculpted and relaxed.

Well, except for one particular area that seemed to have its own agenda, which was more than a little

noticeable.

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She pulled the comforter up around his shoulders and then lay down beside him, resting her head on his