Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 5

This was Isabelle's second time in the CEO's office.

The space was huge and open, with a massive desk, a sofa set, and beyond the sofas there was even a coffee area.

"If you're tired, go sleep in there." He walked toward his desk and lifted his chin toward something.

Isabelle followed his gesture and spotted the small suite next to his desk. It actually looked kind of homey, nothing like that place from the other night.

Wait, why am I even thinking about that?

"I'll just sit on the sofa out here," she said, taking a step back.

"Suit yourself." Damian sat down at his desk and started going through his documents.

Isabelle didn't go inside, and instead she chose to sit on the couch and wait.

She didn't know how long had passed, but eventually, she dozed off on that couch since she'd barely slept the night before.

Meanwhile, Damian sat at his desk and just kept working through documents and handling business like he had endless energy.

They'd done the exact same thing last night, and he'd been the one doing all the heavy lifting, so how the hell did he still have so much stamina?

When she woke up, it was already one in the morning.

Damian was standing by the floor-to-ceiling windows and looking down at the city's nightscape below.

She could tell he had worked out. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, and his sleeves were casually rolled up so she could see the veins standing out on his forearms.

She touched her stiff neck and let out a small pained sound, and the black suit jacket that had been draped over her slid off as she sat up.

"You're not gonna sleep?" Isabelle asked.

She'd figured he'd go into the back room once he finished working.

"The elevator's fixed," he said.

"Oh."

"I'll take you down." He slowly turned around.

"No need, I can just grab a cab downstairs." Isabelle picked up her bag.

But Damian grabbed his jacket and followed right behind her anyway.

Isabelle felt uncomfortable. He was like a puppy she couldn't shake off.

She headed outside, and she hadn't even made it out of the parking garage when she heard a horn honking behind her. She moved to the side, but the black car just kept honking.

She looked back toward the sound.

"Get in." Damian's voice was low and magnetic, and his deep eyes behind those frameless glasses looked cold.

Isabelle clutched her bag tighter and hesitated for a second, but then she got in the car.

Right then, a BMW with the license plate 290 took a sharp turn and sped out of the underground garage.

The sound of tires sliding echoed through the parking structure.

Both of them looked over at the same time and watched until the car disappeared into the garage.

When Isabelle snapped back to attention, she was frantically tugging at her skirt because it kept riding up every time she sat down, and now it had almost reached the top of her thighs.

She had no idea who he'd bought this outfit from, but it was seriously uncomfortable to wear. Just as she was shifting around trying to adjust it, one of the buttons on her chest popped open.

Damian was speechless. He glanced over and then immediately looked away, but his throat worked involuntarily.

Isabelle quickly covered herself, and her face turned red.

Everyone knew she had a great figure, but still... this was way too awkward.

Neither of them said anything, and the cramped space filled with uncomfortable silence.

Damian grabbed the black suit jacket from the back seat and tossed it to her.

Isabelle understood what he meant and put it on.

On the way, he pulled over at a corner shop and bought a brown butter latte from this place called Sweet Dreams Café.

The scent was subtle, but she recognized it right away because it was Isabelle's favorite drink.

She figured he'd bought it for some woman at home, but when they got out of the car, he just handed it straight to Isabelle.

How did he even know that?

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