Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 502

Chapter 502 Be Careful

Dylan watched her walk away. Did she even go in to see Mr. Cross? She’s ferving already

He walked back into the CEO’s office and saw Damian, still spinning his pen

“Mr. Cross,” Dylan said..

“Yeah,” Damian replied, not looking up.

Dylan hesitated. He wanted to ask about Isabelle but didn’t know how to bring it up. Another fight?

Damian had been in a foul mood all day, and Isabelle looked upset when she left. It added up.

Isabelle walked out of the building. The whispers at the front desk started up again.

“See? They must’ve had another blow–up.”

“Mr. Cross is always in a bad mood. Being the boss must suck sometimes.”

A male colleague walking by chuckled, “Even the toughest guys have a soft spot for a pretty face.”

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Isabelle had heard enough this time. She swore to herself she’d never come back here.

She got into the car and slammed the door shut. The loud bang jolted Bruce awake from his nap.

“Mrs. Cross…” Bruce said, startled.

Isabelle didn’t look at him. She stayed quiet for a long time.

Bruce glanced back at the company entrance. Damian hadn’t come out, but Isabelle had stormed off alone.

“Mrs. Cross, where to?” he asked carefully.

Isabelle took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. “Just drive around for a while,” she said.

Bruce didn’t ask any more questions. He drove through the busy downtown, then circled the quieter outskirts, leaving the noise behind.

Finally, Isabelle told him to stop at a spot by the ocean.

Bruce got out with her, keeping a respectful distance.

Isabelle sat on a tire swing on the sand, letting the sea breeze wash over her.

Bruce could tell something was wrong. He called Damian and let him know where they were.

Damian was just about to leave when Dylan came in. “They’re here early,” Dylan said.

“You can handle the first meeting,” Damian said, grabbing his jacket from the back of the chair as he headed for the door.

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Damian checked the time and frowned, but didn’t say anything else.

Bruce checked his phone. Damian wasn’t coming, but had told him to keep an eye on things and call if needed.

Isabelle sat by the ocean for about half an hour. The salty air seemed to help. She got back in the car with Bruce, and they returned to the city.

Right around then, Damian got a text from Bruce.

That evening, Isabelle was in the kitchen making a simple dinner, with Susie helping her.

Damian came home.

Isabelle glanced at him from the stove. “You’re back?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Damian said.

He took off his jacket, walked into the kitchen, and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

Isabelle went still for a second, the spoon in her hand pausing mid–stir. She tried to gently pull away.

“Go wait in the living room. Dinner’s almost ready,” she said.

Damian didn’t let go. His hands rested on her stomach, moving in slow circles. “Was our little one difficult today?” he asked softly.

“No,” Isabelle said.

“How’s everything going with Beatrice?” he asked.

“It’s fine. Diana’s handling it,” she replied.

Damian took the spoon from her hand. “Let me finish this. Next time, just ask someone else to do it, okay?” he said.

Isabelle let go and stepped out of his embrace. “I know,” she said.

“Go sit down,” Damian said, giving her head a light pat.

Isabelle nodded and went to sit on the sofa.

She looked back at Damian in the kitchen.

He’s always so gentle and good to me.

At dinner, Isabelle didn’t eat much.

After they ate, Damian went to take a shower. In the walk–in closet, he reached for that white shirt.

Isabelle put her hand over his, stopping him. She put the white shirt back and pulled out a black one he hadn’t worn in ages.

“Wear this. Black doesn’t show stains as easily,” she said.

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Damian frowned. He hadn’t worn a black shirt in forever, but he listened to her.

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