Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 142

Adelina was visibly struggling to maintain her composure.

Isabelle was just as awkward.

Could we please drop this topic?

She had only intended to humble Adelina a little and ease everyone's doubts about her. She never expected Damian to show up right then.

This is beyond embarrassing.

Damian gave her shoulder a subtle squeeze. Seeing her discomfort, he leaned down and whispered, "The eggplant's ready. Hungry?"

Regina promptly shooed them away.

She was too old to watch the younger generation flirt right in front of her. "Go on, you two. Have something to eat. I'll handle things here."

Damian smiled, waiting for Isabelle's cue.

Isabelle's face was still flushed. "Regina, I'll go grab a bite first then."

"Good, off you go." Regina shot Damian a meaningful look.

The two nodded politely to the gathered ladies, and Damian led Isabelle away, his arm around her.

The moment they stepped outside, Damian couldn't resist asking, "You washed my underwear?"

In a man's mind, clothes were just clothes—toss them in the washer.

Isabelle didn't want to discuss this, but of course, he brought it up.

She nodded, her blush deepening.

Damian felt like he had unearthed a hidden secret, his lips curling into a smile. "What else did you do that I don't know about?"

"Nothing else."

"Really?"

"Really!" Isabelle was thoroughly embarrassed.

Stop asking! I could die of shame right now.

"Well," Damian said with feigned seriousness, "since my wife did so much for me, it seems I need to take extra good care of you."

Isabelle suddenly felt extremely nervous. Take extra good care of me? Oh, please...

"That's not necessary. It was the least I could do," she said.

Damian tapped her nose lightly, his other hand sliding from her shoulder down to her waist. "Mrs. Cross, you're blushing again."

Feeling shy, Isabelle tried to push him away with her elbow, putting some distance between them.

His voice was mesmerizing; just a hint of that teasing tone made her ears burn.

Even innocent words from him sounded suggestive, sparking wild imaginings.

"Damian, the elders are all around. This isn't appropriate," she reminded him.

Damian tightened his arm, pulling her snugly against his side as they walked.

His chest radiated heat, a warm aura seeping through even their thick coats.

The faint scent of his cologne mixed with his body warmth, creating a uniquely comforting fragrance.

"After all the times we've slept together, how are you still as shy as a young girl?" he murmured in her ear.

"Stop talking..."

Even though he whispered it, being so intimate in public felt indecent.

Why her? When did this happen?

Before the gala? During Fashion Week?

Ashley's face paled. Was it because of Isabelle?

Well, let things take their course.

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