Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493 Sweet Reconciliation

Chapter 493 Sweet Reconciliation

“Okay.”

After storing the items away, they set off to pick up Damian.

Just then, Diana called.

“So you just forgot about me?”

Isabelle smacked her forehead–she really had left Diana behind at the bar.

Diana said, “Some friend you are…”

“I’ll turn around and get you now.”

“Don’t bother. Brian’s on his way. But your husband is still waiting for you at the hotel. If you don’t hurry, who knows–some ambitious socialite might just sweep him back inside.”

“I really should have left you there,” Isabelle replied.

They hung up.

When they arrived at the hotel where Damian had been at a business dinner, he was standing at the entrance, finishing a conversation with Dylan and Victoria.

Victoria shifted her weight subtly from one foot to the other in her high heels.

Damian glanced at her. “You don’t have to wear heels next time if they’re uncomfortable.”

Victoria asked, “Sir?”

“Mr. Cross means you can’t move quickly in them, and it affects efficiency,” Dylan interjected. “Female employees at Cypher Group aren’t required to wear heels. If you’re good at your job, you could work in sneakers. As long as the work gets done, your footwear is your business.”

Victoria let out a quiet “oh,” feeling a touch of genuine appreciation.

Damian checked his phone. Isabelle hadn’t sent a single message all evening, and he had no idea what she was up to.

“You two can head out,” Damian said.

Dylan nodded. Seeing Victoria still looking slightly unsure, he gestured. “Come on.”

She paused for a second. “Right. Goodnight, Mr. Cross.”

“Mm,” Damian responded, already looking back down at his phone as he typed a message to tabelle

Dylan motioned for Victoria to follow him to the company sedan.

She trailed behind.

Dylan said, “I’ll drop you. It’s on my moute.”

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Chapter 493 Sweet Reconciliation

Victoria hesitated. “It’s really no trouble, I can call a car. Mr. Cross‘ car isn’t for just anyone.”

Dylan chuckled. “Mr. Crass wouldn’t have offered if he minded, as long as you don’t leave your coffee cup in it. Why do yo dismissed us first?”

Victoria said, “I see.”

Dylan smiled. “Mr. Cross comes off as stern, but he’s fair. This car is for company use. But that Rolls–Royce Cullinan over the strictly personal. Even I hardly ever ride in it–that’s reserved for his security detail and his wife. We just have to know the u rules.”

Victoria nodded and got into the car with him.

Damian stood at the hotel entrance with his hands in his pockets, a slight frown on his face as he waited.

Bruce’s car pulled up later than expected.

Isabelle stepped out.

Damian looked at her, his expression cool. “So you do remember you have a husband waiting?”

Isabelle walked straight up and wrapped her arms tightly around him.

“I’m sorry I’m late. I won’t keep you waiting next time, I promise!” She rose on her toes to give him a kiss.

Damian held her by the waist but tilted his head back slightly, evading her attempt.

Right now, he felt like a kid who’d been the last one picked up from/school, watching all the other cars drive away.

He’d seen the other executives leave with their drivers or families, one by one, until he was the only one left standing there.

Isabelle found his sulky demeanor oddly endearing.

“Where were you?” he asked, his tone holding a mock sternness.

“At the bar with the girls. We got talking and I lost track of time.”

“Just ‘lost track of time‘?” He let out a quiet huff and pinched her cheek gently.

“It won’t happen again!” Isabelle tried once more, rising on her toes to finally plant a kiss on bim.

Damian looked at her, the feigned annoyance melting away as a smile touched his lips, allowing her kiss to land softly on the corner of his mouth.

“Don’t be mad anymore. Let’s go home.”

Isabelle took his hand and led him to the car.

Once inside, Damian pulled her onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her, Isabelle settled again at him, letting him hold her close

He tested his chin on her shoulder, holding her gently.

*Tired?” she asked softly.

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Chapter 493 Sweet Reconciliation

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“A bit. And a little annoyed,” Damian admitted, his voice low near her ear.

“You sure know how to hold a grudge.”

“If I didn’t, you might forget about me altogether next time.”

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