Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 307

Chapter 307 Emotional Confrontation

“Talk?” This was the second time she had asked him today.

Damian truly did not want to talk. Talking meant an ending. He would rather kneel in the study, take another beating–anything but follow her upstairs for this “talk“.

He stayed silent, his head bowed, face shadowed.

Beside him, Theodore grabbed a fork from the table and flung it at his back.

Damian let out a low, pained grunt, stumbling forward a step.

Louis shot a glance at Theodore.

Old fox.

Thankfully it was just a fork–a heavier object would have reopened the barely–closed wounds.

The fork didn’t cause serious injury, but the scabs on his back, still fresh, threatened to split.

He clenched his jaw. That stifled sound gave him away to Isabelle, who stood watching.

Theodore had achieved his desired effect.

Isabelle ignored the display. She turned and walked back upstairs.

Louis gave him a sharp nudge with his foot. “Not going? Should I drag you up?”

Damian gritted his teeth and slowly followed her.

Back in the room, he gently closed the door. The atmosphere grew thick, almost stifling.

Isabelle sat on the sofa, her eyes fixed on Damian lingering by the door, unwilling to approach.

She wanted to speak, but swallowed the words. Clutching a cushion, her hands gripped it until the fabric wrinkled.

Damian steadied himself, then walked toward her.

He didn’t sit. Instead, he knelt before her, hands resting on his knees.

His head was bowed low, like a chastened child.

Isabelle looked at the crown of his head. His thick, slightly coarse hair carried the faint, familiar scent of his shampoo–everything felt intimately known, yet painfully distant.

“Damian…”

Isabelle spoke his name softly, but a thread of sorrow laced her voice–easy to miss if one wasn’t listening closely.

“Isabelle.” Damian cut her off quickly, fear tightening his chest.

He reached out, his hands trembling slightly as he took her cold, slender fingers.

sabette didn’t pull away. She let him hold her hands, silently repeating a mantra to herself–stay in control, stay in control…

She didn’t want a scene

“Damian…”

“Let’s not get a divorce.” Damiam lifted his gaze to look at the woman he loved.

He didn’t want to hear whatever Isabelle was preparing to say

“Let’s not get divorced.” He repeated it.

Suddenly, Isabelle couldn’t hold back any longer. The tears welling in her eyes overflowed.

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