Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 21

Isabelle let out a shaky breath. She stood in front of the mirror and stared at her reflection, unable to shake off what had just happened to her.

Her eyes dropped to the jacket still wrapped around her shoulders. She slipped it off carefully, pressed it to her lips for a brief kiss, and whispered, "Thank you."

Just then, someone tapped on the bathroom door.

Isabelle cracked it open just slightly, and a large hand holding a black shirt.

She caught the clothes he tossed to her, and a pair of slippers landed on the floor nearby.

"Thanks," she said.

"Call me if you need anything."

"Okay."

Time passed—she wasn't sure how long—and eventually, she finished blow-drying her hair in the bathroom. She swept all her long hair forward over her chest because she wasn't wearing a bra, and his black shirt would show everything otherwise.

Basically, she had nothing on underneath.

She gathered all her courage and stepped out of the bathroom.

The bedroom was empty, so she walked through the study and past the walk-in closet until she reached that familiar bed from the other night.

Her hands clenched into fists as anxiety and fear crashed over her all at once.

She heard rustling sounds outside the door, and she immediately dove under the covers.

Someone rapped on the door.

"Come in," she answered cautiously.

Damian opened the door and wheeled in a suitcase—her suitcase.

"I brought all your stuff back. I already called in sick for you tomorrow, so take the day off and rest before going back to work. Get changed first, then call me when you're done. I need to put some medicine on your injuries," he said.

"Okay."

He'd already showered at some point and changed into clean loungewear.

His tone was still cold and emotionless, and he didn't even glance at her before walking back out and gently closing the door behind him.

Isabelle stared at the door in a daze.

She had to admire how composed he was, how much of a gentleman. She couldn't help thinking that if she actually loved him, he'd make a really good partner.

She opened her suitcase, but all her pajamas were the skimpy kind since she usually lived alone. So she decided not to change. She just put on some underwear beneath his oversized shirt and called him back in.

Damian walked in carrying a first aid kit and set it down on the bed.

Isabelle hadn't noticed until now, but her hands were covered in scrapes.

His movements were gentle as he held one of her hands and carefully applied ointment with the other.

Her wrist was completely red, and her face was swollen in places. "How'd you get there so fast?"

She'd been wondering about that. She'd just called him, and suddenly he was there.

Damian explained, "I followed you home from the hospital. We didn't leave until you went upstairs, but then I saw Gary get in the elevator. I was worried he'd hurt you, so we turned around and came back. That's when you called."

"You followed me home?"

"Yeah."

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