Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 515

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Chapter 515 Damian’s Wandering Thoughts

Chapter 515 Damian’s Wandering Thoughts

Isabelle remembered that Damjan’s birthday was coming up.

“Yeah,” Anthony replied.

“Are you coming?” Isabelle asked, testing the waters.

“No,” he said.

“Okay. But I still wish you would,” she said.

“Have fun, you guys,” he said.

“Alright.”

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Isabelle hung up, stood on the balcony for a moment in the cool night air, then went back inside. She walked over to the bed, slipped under the covers, and snuggled into Damian’s arms.

“Goodnight, honey,” she whispered, leaning up to kiss his lips.

Then she turned off the light and settled in his embrace, falling asleep peacefully.

Damian’s eyes drifted open. He looked at the woman in his arms and held her a little tighter.

Thank goodness you were there? Came clean with me? What did she and Anthony talk about? What is she going to come clean with

me?

Damian kissed the top of her head, his mind swirling with a million thoughts.

Goodnight.

He lay awake most of the night.

For the next few days, Isabelle went to the office with him. He would leave a bit earlier, while she would linger in bed a little longer.

Whenever he had time, Damian would get up first and make her breakfast. It was becoming a routine.

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One day, Isabelle was lounging in the rocking chair in Damian’s office as usual, watching a show and peeling an orange, when her phone rang.

After the call, she stood up with the peeled orange and walked over to Damian’s desk.

He was reviewing a file and reached out as she approached, pulling her onto his lap.

Isabelle fed him a slice of orange.

Damian ate it and smiled. “Bored?” he asked.

“Not really. It’s the same as being at home,” she said.

Diana was busy with work, having taken an order from Lauren and was now rushing to finish it. Lauren had also placed several more orders, so there was plenty to do.

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Chapter 515 Damian’s Wandering Thoughts

Daisy had taken on the ad campaign for Westperch Hotel and was swamped

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Isabelle couldn’t find anyone to hang out with; everyone seemed so busy. She was starting to regret taking a break.

She should have kept working, even if it was just a small job. Lying around eating all day made her feel useless.

“Is it good?” Isabelle asked, feeding him another slice.

“It’s good,” Damian said, one hand resting on her leg, the other stroking her stomach.

“I have something to do tomorrow, so I won’t come with you. I’ll pick you up in the evening and we’ll go somewhere,” Isabelle said, giving him more orange.

Damian’s eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Where?” he asked.

“You’ll see when we get there,” Isabelle said with a smile, leaning in to peck the corner of his mouth.

Damian kissed her back, the taste of orange on his lips.

Is she finally going to tell me?

Isabelle got up and went back to peeling the orange for him.

Damian watched her, swallowing hard. He opened his phone. The body chain had been delivered.

The next morning, Isabelle woke to find Damian still holding her tightly, not letting her get up.

She thought it was strange. He usually got up much earlier. Why was he sleeping in with her today?

“Aren’t you going to the office today?” she asked.

Damian didn’t answer, just held her tighter.

Isabelle looked up at him. Last night, he had taken her hand and placed it on his abs, making her touch them.

Her hand had gone numb in the middle of the night, and when she tried to pull it away, he grabbed it and pressed it back against him, as if he were under a spell.

“Time to get up,” Isabelle said, coaxing him.

Damian, who lived for his work, was actually staying in bed.

She laughed and teased him, “If you don’t get up, the company’s going to go under. Then we won’t have money for the baby’s formula.”

Damian slowly opened his eyes.

Isabelle froze for a second. His eyes looked wet. Is it my imagination, or is he about to cry?

“What time are you picking me up tonight?” Damian asked, his hand stroking her side.

“I’m not sure yet. Wait for my text,” Isabelle said.

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