Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 474

Chapter 474 Sheltered From the Storm

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Like that time before, after a shower he had walked into the kitchen wearing only his woman was staying in the house.

Noxer briefs, as if he’d completely forgotten a

Lynn had shrieked back then.

Lynn knew exactly what he meant by “getting worse“. She cursed inwardly. Dont you have any self awareness? Do you really need me to spell it out….

“No, it’s fine. I’ll… get used to it eventually.”

“Lynn…” Lucas suddenly said her nahe.

“Hmm?”

A mar this sharp–how could he not know what Lynn was actually afraid of?

Lynn was both frustrated and flustered, but she couldn’t do anything about him. In the end, she still didn’t dare voice it.

After drying her hair, Lucas tossed the towel into the bag, covering the undergarments inside.

Lynn was so thrown by him that she completely forgot her conspicuous lingerie was sitting right there in his presence.

Seeing she had gone silent, Lucas started the car and drove toward Damian’s estate.

The car pulled into the garage.

Isabelle and Damian were already waiting.

Isabelle held dry towels and a change of clothes, but seeing Lynn step out wearing Lucas‘ clean suit jacket, she subtly put the spare

clothes aside.

Lynn took out a box of medication and handed it to Damian. “The instructions are inside. You can figure out the dosage.”

Damian nodded and glanced at Lucas, who was soaked through.

Isabelle said, “Why don’t you both stay here tonight? It’s not like anyone has plans tomorrow. The guest rooms are already made up.”

While preparing the empanadas earlier, Isabelle had asked the staff to prepare two rooms.

The hurricane tonight probably wouldn’t let up soon, and it was only getting worse. If they ran into another situation like Lynn’s earlier breakdown, both of them would be miserable.

Lynn looked at Lucas, then at the raging weather outside.

She wanted to stay here. At least if they were here, she wouldn’t be under Lucas‘ sole scrutiny.

She had hardly ever made requests of Lucas. This time, she couldn’t help but speak up.

“How about… we stay here tonight?”

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tocas saw right through her little plan and nodded. “Alright”

Lynn was secretly pleased. She hadn’t expected him to give her that much face in front of his friends, if they were at home, she’d probably get an earful.

“But you can’t share a room with Isabelle,” Lucas added.

Lynn’s face flushed. If she couldn’t stay with Isabelle, did that mean she had to stay with him?

She’d never shared a room with Lucas before. This was too sudden. She might as well go home.

“Isabelle is pregnant. One of you has a cold, the other a fever. You need to sleep separately”

Lynn looked at Isabelle, then at Damian.

Damian pressed his lips together. Isabelle had just said Lucas was rough and didn’t know how to care for someone. Who would have thought a few straightforward sentences from him could unsettle Lynn this much.

Isabelle smiled, took Lynn’s hand, and said to Lucas, “Damian will show you to your room. I’ll take Lynn up first to get cleaned up.

Lucas‘ eyes followed Lynn.

Her face was still flushed, and she didn’t dare meet his gaze.

Isabelle led her away.

“Stop staring. That’s enough,” Damian said with a quiet laugh.

Lucas withdrew his gaze, grabbed the bag of wet clothes from the car, and handed the keys to Alfred.

After showering, Lucas saw the clothes Lynn had changed out of–the ones he’d brought upstairs–lying on the dresser.

He picked them up from the bag. Black lace. The fabric was smooth, delicate…

His eyes deepened. After a moment, he carried the garments into the bathroom.

When he came downstairs, Isabelle and Lynn hadn’t returned. Only Damian was in the kitchen, making empanadas.

“One in the morning, and you’re making empanadas.”

Lucas sat on a stool watching him, as if observing some rare specimen.

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Normally, if Damian cooked a meal during regular hours because there was nothing to eat at home, Lucas would find it unremarkable.

But at this hour, in the middle of the night, he was actually making empanadas. It was truly something else.

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