Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 92

Damian reluctantly let go.

The elevator doors slid open, and Isabelle hurried out, her heart still pounding.

"Wow—"

A group of people waiting outside to deliver materials stared, pulling out their phones to snap pictures for the group chat. She was glad she'd moved fast, or she'd be in the shots too.

Someone sent photos with a message in the company gossip group, "Coming to work feels like the club. Mr. Cross is so hot, and all his buddies are too!"

Another coworker sent, "So many guys... all guys..."

"Are they still there? I'm going down to take a look!"

Eleanor scrolled through the messages and joked, "Is everyone just fantasizing about sleeping with Mr. Cross a hundred different ways?"

Isabelle couldn't help but chuckle.

"Look, they're all top-tier. Every one of them looks fit," Eleanor said, zooming in on the photo.

Isabelle opened her phone, clicked the image, and was about to save it when she spotted two familiar faces.

It was Alaric and Lucas.

These two knew Damian?

No wonder things felt off during that tennis game. So that was the connection!

Her heart pounded as if she'd been caught red-handed.

She sent the photo to Damian, "Looking good."

To her surprise, the text was read instantly, even before the photo finished sending.

Damian sent, "In bed or out of it?"

Isabelle was speechless.

Isabelle quickly locked her screen and didn't reply.

He's got some nerve. What's with him lately? He's been cracking dirty jokes nonstop!

"Hey, did you see? Ms. Debose has been running up to the executive floor all morning," Eleanor said, leaning in despite her own mountain of work. "Don't you feel even a little threatened?"

"I feel embarrassed for her," Isabelle said, glancing at her. "If he wanted to go back to that, he would have already."

"Aren't you afraid he might slip up?"

"I'm only afraid the scissors by the bed aren't sharp enough."

"You're brutal!" Eleanor gave her a thumbs-up.

Isabelle pursed her lips, opened WhatsApp, and found herself inexplicably staring at Damian's profile picture.

Did he use to say those cheesy lines to Ashley, too...

"So you're the woman Dami's keeping?" the girl asked, her eyes flashing with surprise before settling into a look of disdain.

Isabelle had a striking face, one that even made the girl stare for a moment, wondering why someone like her would choose to be a secret.

Isabelle gave a tired smile. The rumors from that banquet really spread.

She dragged her exhausted body up and stretched. The fact that this girl could just walk into the apartment, with neither the bodyguard nor the housekeeper stopping her, suggested a close connection.

This wasn't some random admirer. She looked to be in her early twenties, around Isabelle's age, though Isabelle carried herself with more composure.

"I'm talking to you!" the girl snapped, impatient with Isabelle's silence.

"What about it?" Isabelle replied calmly.

The girl seemed aggravated.

Isabelle sighed deeply, feeling weary. She picked up her phone and called Damian. He didn't answer. Instead, Diana called her.

Diana said, "Twilight Bar. Grab a bite, then come over."

Isabelle replied, "Okay."

After hanging up and seeing the table number Diana texted along with a photo, Isabelle glanced at the girl.

"Damian will be back very late. There are no spare rooms here. If you need a place to stay, I can have James book you a hotel room. I'm heading out, so make yourself at home."

The girl didn't seem friendly, and Isabelle wanted to avoid both conflict and her company. "And one more thing," she added. "I'm not his secret. I'm his wife."