Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 452

Chapter 452 Clearing the Air

Chapter 452 Clearing the Air

From that day on, Isabelle never touched Buffalo wings again.

She had almost completely forgotten what they tasted like,

“Hmph, remember now?” Damian gave her forehead a light flick. “Silly goose!”

He was right.

She had loved so selflessly, so completely, that she’d lost sight of her own likes and dislikes.

“You were keeping tabs on me?” Isabelle asked, her mood lifting considerably.

“Not exactly. When you were out on your dates, I was out on mine,” Damian said, his expression cooling.

It was true–he really had been seeing Ashley back then…

It was just a coincidence that their paths had crossed that day.

Damian pulled all the Buffalo wings in front of himself, leaving none for her.

“Save some for me…” Isabelle pouted, reaching toward the container meekly.

Damian tapped the back of her hand. “And I haven’t asked you yet–what was the point of getting me the extra–hot ones?

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“If I did something wrong, just tell me straight,” he continued, sounding more annoyed than angry. “It’s not like I won’t listen. Getting secretly upset and only hurting yourself in the end, without even properly punishing me… what a waste.”

Isabelle felt a mix of irritation and amusement.

Damian looked at her seriously, waiting for an answer.

“I…” she stammered.

“Don’t tell me this is just ‘spicy! Bruce took you to that place, right? I know that shop better than you do.”

Isabelle couldn’t hold his searching gaze.

He looked at her like a detective in an old interrogation room, his expression practically saying, “If you don’t talk, we can do this the hard way…

She tucked her hands back slightly and lowered her head, her voice soft. “I heard you like car models…

“And then?” Damian didn’t follow.

Isabelle was stumped.

And then?

Shouldn’t he be doing the explaining here?

“Isn’t it normal for a guy to like car models?” Damian said, then paused: “Wait what kind of ‘car–models are you talking about?–

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There are… different kinds?” Isabelle looked genuinely confused.

He really is going to make me sayıt.

Damian let out a low laugh, finally understanding where her anger had come from.

“Car models…” He leaned back in his chair and started laughing freely, raising a hand to his forehead.

He couldn’t stop laughing, and all his earlier frustration melted away.

Isabelle just watched him from across the table.

“I do really like car models. A lot.”

He explained with an amused smile, “The ‘model‘ I like is the kind with four wheels and a scale–like 1:18 die–cast replicas. Not the kind that walks down a runway.”

Isabelle was speechless.

It felt like that saying about “pregnancy brain” had come true for her, even without the pregnancy.

She should have figured that out. How did her mind go there?

Damian propped his elbows on the table, slid the Buffalo wings back toward her, and looked at her with a grin.

Her annoyed face was actually pretty cute.

“Sorry…” Isabelle said, feeling embarrassed. “I misunderstood you/Again.”

“Mhm, I’m pretty annoyed.” Damian raised an eyebrow. “So, there has to be a punishment.”

“Like what?”

“You’ll find out tonight,” he said with a playful smile.

Isabelle spent the rest of the afternoon in Damian’s office.

Now she truly saw how busy a CEO really was–constantly in motion, like a top that never stopped spinning, with an endless stream of work.

She glanced at the day’s itinerary Dylan had sent her it was packed to the minute, with breaks that lasted ten minutes at most. Even their lunch break earlier had been precisely timed.

He was either in meetings or at his desk reviewing documents, with assistants and department heads continuously coming! files for him to sign.

“Bored?”

Damian smiled, twirling a pen in his hand, his chin resting on the other as he watched the woman who was staring intently at him “No.” Isabelle leaned sideways on the sofa. The setting sun streamed in through the floor to ceiling window behind her From Damian’s vantage point, she seemed edged in gold, like some sacred, untouchable fally sitting right there in his office,

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have another meeting. You’ll have to wait a bit longer.”

“It’s fine. Do your work wait.

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