Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 15

Damian's eyes locked onto that familiar profile picture and location pin, but especially those words—"your boyfriend."

The elevator reached the parking garage, and Isabelle rushed out and got into her car.

After pulling up the GPS, she started driving toward the address.

Her car stopped in front of a gated estate, but the security guards wouldn't let her through even though the GPS clearly pointed inside.

She was about to text and ask when she saw he'd already sent her a message.

"Wait at the gate for two minutes."

Without thinking much of it, she got out of the car and started admiring the estate in front of her.

The place had this vintage castle vibe, and from the gate to the main building stretched a huge lawn dotted with scattered magnolia trees. The whole scene was breathtaking.

Just then, a familiar car pulled up next to her, and the window rolled down.

It was Damian!

They stared at each other in shock.

The guard opened the gate for Damian, but he didn't drive through.

"Ow! You must be my grandson's girlfriend! Sorry to keep you waiting!" Theodore came rushing out from inside the estate with a huge smile on his face.

"Your grandson's girlfriend?"

Both of them stood there completely stunned.

"Why did you two drive separately?" Theodore looked between them. "What, did you have a fight?"

Isabelle shot Damian a desperate look that screamed, "Help me."

Damian let out a short laugh and got out of his car. "Grandpa, go back inside."

He took Theodore by the arm and gently pushed him back through the gate.

Theodore looked reluctant to leave, but he didn't want to butt into their business, so he just stood there pretending not to eavesdrop.

Damian walked over to her with ice in his voice. "What's going on?"

Isabelle took a few steps backward, looking innocent. "I have no idea. I'm just here to pick up some clothes."

"Then why did Grandpa call you my girlfriend?" His tone was cold, somewhere between accusing and hurt, like he'd been rejected and was pissed about it.

"I don't know..." Isabelle thought for a moment. "I had him make you a custom shirt. I was planning to give it to you to replace the ones I ruined..."

Damian froze. "How did you know my size?"

Her voice came out timid. "I didn't have your measurements, so I brought your jacket and told him, told him..." Damn it. My face is burning up.

"Told him what?" Damian pressed.

"I said... I said I was getting it made for my boyfriend and asked him to match the measurements to the jacket."

Her voice dropped to almost a whisper, completely different from her usual sharp tongue.

Real smart move.

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