Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 306

Chapter 306 Isabelle Demands Time Apart

His calloused hands actually bore them too.

What had he been doing?

Isabelle’s appetite vanished, her thoughts completely consumed by the man in front of her.

The night before, Brian had sent her a lengthy message explaining the situation from his perspective, but it hadn’t felt entirely convincing.

Only now did it dawn on her that Brian’s sudden “business trip” had likely been to manage the fallout of his mess.

So, many people had known about this early on–Diana probably knew, too.

She was the last to find out. For some reason, that realization made her feel even more stifled.

“We’ll talk after we finish eating.” She set down her spoon, not touching the egg he had peeled.

The egg Damian had just placed in her bowl wobbled slightly. His fingers trembled almost imperceptibly.

Before he could form a response, Isabelle stood up and headed back upstairs, leaving Damian alone in the dining room.

What did she want to talk about?

Divorce?

Damian withdrew his hand, then roughly shoved the untouched contents of his own bowl into his mouth all at once.

No, divorce was not an option….

His thoughts scattered. The oatmeal in front of him grew cold, untouched.

He’d never felt so unfocused before.

He picked up his phone and called Bruce.

Bruce was puzzled by the instructions.

What did Damian mean, “locate and secure the marriage license“?

So… Isabelle was considering divorce?

He didn’t dare ask for details, simply obeyed, retrieved the document from its place, and hid it away.

Damian sat in the dining room as if all his energy had been sapped, unable to move from his chair.

Right now, he didn’t dare go upstairs to face her, terrified she might utter the word he feared most.

This was the treasure he’d fought so hard to win–how could they just end it?

Damian didn’t seek Isabelle out. Instead, he went alone to the family’s private study to kneel in silent penance.

He was avoiding the conversation he knew would not end well.

Isabelle waited for him upstairs, but he never came.

He wasn’t there for dinner, either./

“Where is that fool?” Theodore snapped coldly at Louis from the head of the table.

Louis‘ brow tightened slightly. “Still in the study. Kneeling.”

Kneel ng in the study?

So he’d been there all day–that was why she hadn’t seen him.

Theodore set down his fork. “And what are you doing down here?”

“Can’t I eat?”

“The apple doesn’t fall far! If you can’t even guide your own son, what are you doing at this table? Go up there! Join him!”

Louis swallowed his mouthful of food.

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