Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 102

Isabelle did not move, letting him hold her.

But he was restless, pinning Isabelle on the sofa to kiss her.

She had underestimated his stamina. Still feeling weak from her recent illness, she didn't resist and let him have his way.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

James, the butler, didn't dare enter. He knocked from the hallway. "Sir, Ms. Vale is at the door."

Damian looked down at Isabelle, dazed and disheveled beneath him, his eyes deep with desire.

He grabbed a tissue, wiped the lingering moisture from his hand, and carefully helped her back into her clothes, fastening the buttons of her pajamas.

Isabelle didn't make a sound. Yesterday in the car, she had seen that property purchase contract. Aurora showing up today was probably just to gloat.

Noticing Isabelle's odd expression, Damian pinched her delicate chin. "Want to see her?" he asked.

"No, I'm tired," Isabelle said, not bothering with the drama.

He seemed a bit disappointed but nodded, capturing her lips in a kiss. "Wait for me upstairs."

She didn't respond, slowly got up, and headed for the stairs.

Damian casually patted her backside as she left. She shot him a glare, her cheeks flushed, and quickened her pace.

He chuckled softly, picked up his glasses from the table, and put them on. "Let her in."

"Yes, sir," James replied.

Damian leaned back lazily on the sofa. The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his collarbone. His belt hung loosely at his waist, and his shirt was half-tucked.

There was even a faint mark on his collarbone that Isabelle had left earlier. His disheveled state left little doubt about what he'd just been doing.

Aurora walked in eagerly, wearing a wool coat over a blouse and a pencil skirt.

Damian's brow immediately furrowed in a flash of distaste. The outfit was somewhat reminiscent of Isabelle's style.

Glancing at her boots, he tilted his chin toward the entryway shoe cabinet. "There are disposable slippers by the door."

Aurora, who hadn't even had a chance to speak, stiffened. Swallowing her displeasure, she went to change her shoes before coming over.

"What is it?" Damian asked, not looking at her.

Taking in his appearance, Aurora felt a mix of embarrassment and irritation. "I came to apologize to... Isabelle. Last night, I accidentally messed with her luggage..."

Damian said coldly, "Isabelle isn't that petty."

His words, and the fact that she'd been kept waiting outside in the cold for several minutes—a first, as she'd always been able to come and go before, even if never allowed to stay the night—made her blood boil.

"Thank you, Dami!" Aurora forced a smile. Just you wait, Isabelle!

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