Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 435

Chapter 435 Beat Him Up

Get lower her sus in warning “Ton’t you dare say anything

Davy pressed her lips together, trying not to bad. “Please. You were so proud when you said a that day. Dami was right outside the door. He heard the whole thing”

habelle’s face flushert. Talking about such thingsfelt guilty.

She knew Daman was aware of that incident. Hed even made her measure again later.

Relax. It’s just between us. We won’t spread it around, the group whispered, still giggling

Babelle quickly escaped the teasing and walked toward Damian.

So you made plans with Diana… to check out other men? Darrian’s gaze was fized on a handsome rapper who had just taken the stage.

It reminded him of not long after their wedding when Diana took her to a bar, and Nova tried to make her feel a male dancer’s abs,

He’d been furious. He’d cornered her in the restroom to reassert his claim.

That was the first time Isabelle realized how strong a man’s possessiveness could be.

He’d seemed less like a CEO and more like a little boy whose candy had been stolen, desperate to mark what was his.

After the rap performance came a dance by beautiful performers.

Joseph’s pub was certainly interesting

Isabelle teased back, “And you and Lucas came here… to look at beautiful women?”

Damian paused, then tapped her head lightly. “Looks like I need to keep you with me at all

He never seemed to glance twice at other women. That was one of the things Isabelle had first admired about him.

Combined with his aloof, almost ascetic demeanor, most people probably wouldn’t like a man so rigid about relationships,

Their playful banter was amusing.

Damian put an arm around her shoulders and found two empty stools at the bar

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Chapter 435 Beat Him Up

What Isabelle wasn’t sure why he’d sought her out

Did he hear our conversafton?

So what if he did? He already knows.

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But discussing a man’s… attributes with her friends felt strange. Besides, she’d just said it

1. She didn’t even know the actual measurement.

Isabelle’s resigned expression made Damian chuckle.

“What? Done something to feel guilty about?” Damian asked.

“I have not,” Isabelle pouted.

Damian reached out and touched her cheek. It was burning hot. He smirked.

“Why did you come find me?” Isabelle asked.

“No reason. Just checking to make sure you weren’t drinking.” He leaned over and kissed her cheek. She carried the faint, sweet scent of tulips

As if I would.

Her friends across the room saw the moment and erupted into another round of whispered gossip.

“Could you not kiss me so much in public…” Her skin wasn’t that thick.

Damian replied, “My own wife. What’s wrong with a kiss?”

Her face was scarlet. “If you don’t need anything. I’m going back.”

“Go ahead,” Damian said.

So Damian came over just to kiss me?

Isabelle hesitated, looking back at him three times as she walked away. She had a feeling he wanted to say something. Back at her seat, her gaze lingered on him.

“You two really don’t see us as outsiders, huh?” her friends teased.

Isabelle fell silent, flushed.

“There’s a game room upstairs. Want to check it out?” Daisy suggested.

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The downstairs was getting crowded, and the backyard was full. The smell of smoke was thickening. Upstairs would probably be quieter.

They followed Daisy to a billiards room on the second floor.

The room was private. There were several similar rooms upstairs. Besides the pool, the third floor had golf simulators and bowling lanes, but those were mostly booked.

As they were about to leave the main area, a group of men walked into the pub

Daisy recognized the man at the front-the man who still owed her money. He had two women and two other men with him, all flattering him, making him laugh heartily.

She stopped and glared at him, but didn’t make a scene. It was Joseph’s opening night. She couldn’t cause trouble.

Best to let him order lots of drinks.

Luckily, he didn’t notice her.

“What’s wrong?” Isabelle followed her gaze.

“That deadbeat fatso.” Daisy frowned, then patted Isabelle’s shoulder. “Let’s go upstairs. Forget him. Oh, did you talk to your husband?”

“Yes. He said to leave it to him. It should be fine.” Isabelle decided to text Damian from upstairs.

“Good.” Daisy stopped worrying.

“Someone should take him to a quiet spot and beat him up. Daring to stiff you… I bet he’s screwed over plenty of others, too,” Diana said, scowling.

The man was round-faced and big-bellied. His shirt stretched taut over his stomach, the buttons threatening to pop.

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