Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 3

Three soft knocks echoed against the door.

"Come in."

Isabelle's stomach twisted as she reached for the handle and pushed the door open.

Damian was working at his computer, but he looked different from this morning. He'd taken off his suit jacket and was wearing a black dress shirt with two buttons undone at the top, and his tie was tossed to the side.

She could just barely make out the hickey she'd left on his neck last night...

He sat in his office chair at an angle, and the whole vibe he gave off was lazy and careless, like he was only pretending to be a gentleman.

She walked in slowly, and Brian casually closed the door behind her.

The sound was barely audible, but to Isabelle, it felt deafening.

"Mr. Cross, you wanted to see me?" Isabelle said.

"Mm-hmm." Damian glanced at her standing by the door, then his eyes went back to the computer screen.

That was it. Everything fell silent. Just one minute, but it felt like hours.

Then he stood up and walked toward her.

She had to admit. He was every girl's dream boyfriend brought to life.

He was ridiculously good-looking—all sharp angles and strong features, with intense eyes and that perfect jawline. Even Isabelle couldn't help staring a little longer than she should.

Standing next to him, the top of her head barely reached his chin.

His body was incredible—Isabelle couldn't deny that, because last night in the bathroom, her wandering hands had spent most of their time on his perfectly defined abs...

God, why am I thinking about last night's embarrassing activities again?

"Mr. Cross, did you need something?" Isabelle asked again.

She kept her expression calm and her words clear, showing impressive self-control, but inside her thoughts were complete chaos.

"Sit." He turned and settled onto the couch.

Isabelle walked over and sat down about six feet away from him.

"Come closer." He patted the spot right next to him.

Isabelle hesitated for two seconds, then got up and moved over.

Damian stared at her and seemed to zone out completely.

Isabelle nervously twisted her hands together.

"Does it still hurt?" he asked.

Isabelle froze for a second, then shook her head. Is he seriously trying to debrief what happened?

"What are you thinking?" Damian said.

Isabelle glanced at him and caught sight of his perfect collarbones and the faint love bites still visible on his neck...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cross. I had way too much to drink last night, and I honestly didn't know I'd do something so crazy to you..."

"Don't apologize." He sat up straight, cutting her off mid-sentence, then leaned back against the couch and looked at her perfect profile.

"Last night was my choice," he said casually. "Yeah, you were drunk and you kissed me, but everything after that was all me."

"Please stop talking—" She already felt humiliated enough without having to relive it face-to-face.

"We're both adults here. What happened happened, so let's just pretend it never did." Her face looked like someone had painted it bright red.

"What am I, your boy toy?"

Damian's cold expression made it look like he was about to interrogate Isabelle or something.

"You've got the wrong idea," Isabelle said, and her ears turned bright red.

What is he trying to do here? Is he trying to start some kind of inappropriate relationship with me? But he seemed like such a gentleman this morning, so that doesn't make sense!

"Would you consider becoming my wife?"

"What?" Isabelle couldn't believe what she was hearing.

They locked eyes, and their gazes held for a long moment.

She couldn't read what he was thinking.

He continued, "We didn't use protection last night, so if there's a baby, we'll have it. And even if there isn't, I'll take responsibility for you."

He said it so casually, like he was telling some story that didn't really matter to him.

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