Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 34

Damian didn't press for an answer right away. He just kept eating, watching her with a look that said he was waiting.

Isabelle glanced at the tissue he'd used on her mouth. "Sorry," she stammered. "I was staring because you're just... really good-looking."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the maid and James, the butler, try to hide a laugh before quickly slipping out into the yard, probably to laugh where Damian couldn't hear.

Isabelle pressed her lips together, holding back a smile. Well, it was true. He was seriously handsome. Top of the list, for sure. Those sharp features, deep eyes, the close-cut hair, and a build that clearly came from discipline. She could feel the truth of that.

But Damian's face was a complete poker face, unreadable. He just stared at her for a long moment before silently going back to his food.

Flustered, Isabelle focused on her own plate. A simple "thanks" would've been nice. Saying nothing is just awkward.

At exactly ten-thirty, James loaded the luggage. Damian and Isabelle got in the back.

They picked up Brian first, then headed to the airport.

They'd just stepped out at the terminal when they ran into Harrison and Tiana.

"Mr. Cross!" they said in unison.

Damian gave a slight nod. Tiana stepped forward to take his bag.

"Mr. Osman." Isabelle greeted.

The group moved inside. Damian and Brian walked ahead, talking quietly, with Tiana following. Isabelle found herself at the back with Harrison.

"How come you came in the same car as Mr. Cross?" he asked carefully.

"Carpooled," Isabelle said with a light laugh.

"James does side gigs?" He sounded surprised.

Isabelle just smiled.

"So, any plans for our day off? Mr. Cross gave us a free day. Want to check out Fashionville? It's the designer's holy grail, lots of shows. Great opportunity," Harrison offered warmly.

Isabelle's eyes flicked toward Damian's back. "No, thanks, Mr. Osman. I've got other plans," she said quickly.

Damian and I just got married. Being alone with another guy would look bad.

Brian came back with the tickets. He saved Isabelle for last. "For you, Mrs. Cross," he said, leaning in with a knowing, mischievous look. "Thanks to you, I get to fly first class in this lifetime!"

Isabelle took the ticket, confused.

Brian continued, "Mr. Cross upgraded all our economy seats to first class so he could sit with you."

Isabelle looked at Damian. He was on a call, headphones on, his face its usual serious mask.

"No," Isabelle said with a soft chuckle. This guy hasn't said a word to me all night since I said he was good-looking.

"I'm easy," she replied. Does that mean it's just the two of us going out?

The word "wife" sent a weird, warm shiver through her. Her cheeks felt hot, and she knew she was blushing. Embarrassed, she turned to the window, touching her warm face.

So that's why he came early. He planned this.

"If it's not a good time, it's fine. We can plan another visit," he said, noticing her tension.

Isabelle said, "It's fine. Mom loves company. Anytime works."

Satisfied, Damian leaned back and closed his eyes, looking like he was settling in for a nap.

Isabelle's mind, however, was in total chaos.

After a few hours of broken sleep, they landed in Solvenia at four in the afternoon. They all rushed to change into warmer clothes at the airport before heading to the hotel.

"Mr. Cross, your key." In the fancy hotel lobby, Tiana was handing out room keys. "Mr. Osman, you're with Brian."

Finally, she turned to Isabelle. "Ms. Foster, you're with me."

Isabelle stole a glance at Damian and felt relieved. "Okay."

They were all on different floors. Damian stayed on the first, making another call, while the others went up. Isabelle quickly followed Tiana into the elevator.

When they entered the room, Isabelle was surprised. It wasn't a twin. It was a king suite. A seriously luxurious king suite.