Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 154

"Eat up," Damian said.

Isabelle nodded. She looked like she wanted to say something, but held back. "Damian, do you..."

"What did you call me?" Damian asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.

She pressed her lips together. "Honey..."

"What? Go on." A faint smile touched his lips.

Isabelle saw it clearly—the slight smile on his face and the flicker of amusement in his eyes.

For a long moment, she was stuck in a shy haze just from saying that, unable to snap out of it.

"Do you think I'm heartless for not acknowledging Finley?" she finally asked.

Damian looked at Isabelle. She seemed trapped in a difficult situation, fighting to regain control.

Isabelle appeared calm, but inside, she was in turmoil.

She was lost and directionless, with no clear path forward.

She's afraid. Afraid of sinking, afraid of being lost forever, never reaching the other side.

Damian reached out and took her cold hand from the table.

"He hasn't been part of your life for over twenty years. What right does he have to claim fatherly love?" he reassured her. "Follow your heart. Would acknowledging him make you happy?"

It definitely wouldn't.

Isabelle wouldn't be happy. Caroline wouldn't be happy. No one would be happy except Finley.

And it could cause more harm—not worth it.

"I understand," she said, pulling her hand back to continue eating.

"Mr. Cross. Ms. Foster." Harrison, holding a plate, had frozen a short distance away. "You two..." He looked utterly shocked.

Damian's brow furrowed. To the outside world, their undefined relationship really did look like he was keeping a mistress.

He glanced at Harrison but didn't acknowledge him, his eyes turning icy.

Isabelle clearly felt his anger. So, she reached across the table and took Damian's left hand, lifting them both together.

Two simple, gleaming wedding bands were now on full display for Harrison.

Harrison's eyes widened.

So the rumors about the boss being married are true.

And the boss' wife has been right under my nose this whole time.

My god, what a bombshell.

Damian didn't turn his head. His gaze fell on their joined hands, then shifted to Isabelle.

A genuine smile lit up her face—not forced, shy, but unable to hide her feelings.

Is she willing to go public now?

Or has she fully accepted it?

Damian's heart suddenly warmed. He gently stroked her hand with his thumb.

That ring... I saw Mr. Cross wearing it months ago.

And at that fashion week abroad, I was shamelessly showing off in front of Isabelle.

Oh god.

Trying to steal a piece of the king's cake while living under his rule... I'm a dead man.

Mistress... So he already knew.

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