Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 303

Chapter 303 Deepening Rift.

Damian had missed this woman’s scent desperately.

He had thought about it every day, every hour…

It was driving him mad!

“I’m sorry…” He held her tightly, wishing he could pull her into his very bones.

“I was drunk that night–you know how I am when I’m drunk. I couldn’t have done anything. The key card was swapped deliberately…

“I really didn’t do anything. Can you believe me?

“Isabelle, I only love you. You know that. I only love you…”

Isabelle was trapped in his arms, unable to move. It was his familiar scent, his familiar warmth, yet she felt a deep–seated resistance.

Damian whispered many things into her ear, but none of it seemed to reach her.

All she felt was her heart constricting tighter the closer he held her.

Tears fell silently–how weak of her!

Just moments before, she had steeled herself, repeating internally not to cry, not to cry. But now, it was futile.

“You’re hurting me,” Isabelle said quietly.

Hearing her voice, Damian loosened his grip slightly but didn’t let her pull away completely.

“Can’t you please stay with me?” His voice was as humble as dust.

Isabelle couldn’t bring herself to answer

“I won’t travel for work anymore. I’ll stay home and take care of you and the baby–”

“Let me go.” Isabelle’s tone grew even flatter.

The baby?

The thought made her feel even worse.

Damian slowly released his hands.

His eyes were red, glistening with unshed tears, making him look utterly vulnerable.

At this moment, he truly resembled a helpless, wounded creature.

His handsome features looked pitiful in the confined space of the back seat.

Isabelle had hardly ever seen this man cry–today was the first time.

He was actually crying.

She wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from the corner of his eyes. On any other day, she would have. But now, she just wanted to be left alone, undisturbed.

A man who was decisive and formidable in business, always in control, was now reduced to tears.

Isabelle’s heart gave a painful jolt. She straightened up, ignoring him, but inside she was already in turmoil.

It felt as if all strength had drained from her limbs. Her clasped hands grew cold and damp with sweat.

She took a deep breath, feeling weighed down by something she couldn’t name.

She cracked the window open slightly. The hot summer wind rushed in, mixing with the cool, conditioned air inside the car.

Two different temperatures clashed, like two opposing forces that could never truly reconcile.

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