Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 315

Chapter 315 Lunch Tensions

She smiled, turning slowly in front of the mirror to admire the dress her former student had designed for her.

*Fullness speaks of prosperity, slenderness of elegant grace. At least you’ve experienced both–how many people ever get to feel that?” Isabelle said with a light laugh.

“Honestly, seeing all of you doing so well brings me such joy. It’s just Coll…” Linda sighed softly. “Ah…”

“What about him? Did he do something to upset you?” Diana chuckled, picking up the next dress and gently guiding her toward the fitting room.

“No, not at all. It’s just… he’s not getting any younger. I’ve heard he has feelings for someone, but she doesn’t feel the same way. I worry about him–why must he be so stubborn?”

Linda shook her head and disappeared behind the fitting room curtain.

Diana and Isabelle exchanged a knowing glance but said nothing further.

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“Mr. Cross, Carmichael Group is hosting a cocktail reception in two days…”

Dylan stood in the CEO’s office, watching the tall, broad–shouldered man in a crisp white dress shirt–the fabric hinting at the defined musculature beneath–as he held a small pink spoon, eating chicken soup from a matching pink insulated container.

The scene was undeniably incongruous. The delicate utensil looked utterly out of place in the hands of such a large, commanding figure.

Damian’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

Carmichael Group… Wasn’t that Helena’s family?

If this was Helena’s family event, Isabelle would undoubtedly receive an invitation. And she would likely attend.

“I’ll be there,” Damian replied flatly, not pausing as he continued his breakfast.

Dylan could sense his boss‘ subdued mood but knew better than to ask why. He was aware of the recent tyrmoil–it wasn’t his place to probe.

During Damian’s absence, the corporate headquarters had been straining under the workload. Barry and the other senior VPs had been unusually measured in meetings, and Dylan himself had kept his head down.

“Understood.”

With his instructions clear, Dylan left promptly to make the arrangements.

Damian looked down at the soup in the container.

The chicken soup… he had made it himself.

He’d gotten up early that morning to prepare it.

He hadn’t dared go upstairs to see her. She had always been a light sleeper, and with all the recent stress, she probably wasn’t

resting well. If she discovered he’d sneaked back into the house, it would be even harder to return next time.

So he had stifled his longing and stayed downstairs, quietly learning from Susie.

The ravioli had still turned out poorly. They were misshapen, but… at least they were edible.

It felt like being back in the days when he had quietly adored her from afar. Isabelle had always loved comfort food, so he would try whatever she liked, buy whatever caught her eye.

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