Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 111

Damian raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"

Isabelle said, "You're handsomer, taller, and richer than him. You should be more confident."

Hearing this praise, Damian nodded in satisfaction and slowly came to a stop. "So, Mrs. Cross, have you started to like me a little?"

Isabelle looked up, meeting his gaze. Her heart pounded, a blush spreading across her face.

"No," she mumbled, looking down, her ears turning impossibly red.

Damian looked at her flushed cheeks, knowing she was just being stubborn. He bent down, scooped her up in his arms, and carried her off.

She let out a shriek. The sudden feeling of being lifted off the ground scared her into clutching his neck. He carried her away like a robber taking his rightful loot.

The people who had just gotten off the shuttle watched the scene, unable to hide their embarrassment.

Gary took one look and stood rooted to the spot for a long time—his feet felt heavy. Just wait a little longer, Isabelle...

"Gary, seen enough? It's your wedding day. Your ex is off with another man. Isn't that just perfect?" Blaze lit a cigarette, squinted as he exhaled a plume of smoke, and poured cold water on the moment.

"Uncle Blaze!" Nicole gritted her teeth.

Blaze didn't give her a friendly look, just shot her a glance. "Your man doesn't seem to have his heart in you. Don't end up being betrayed and still doing favors for the one who did it."

Hearing this, Gary's facial muscles twitched. "You shouldn't say such things."

Blaze said nothing more, just rolled his eyes at Nicole, got back on the shuttle, and left.

Nicole looked at Gary. She was making a bet—betting she could win his heart back.

She had fought with her family, threatening to end her life until they finally gave in.

She refused to believe that after she had his child, Gary wouldn't come back to her, wouldn't think of their child.

*****

"Open it..." Damian whispered.

The moment they entered the room, he wrapped his arms around her from behind.

Clothes were scattered on the floor, and the bedroom was unusually quiet. The sounds filling her ears were unmistakably intimate.

"Did you bring any?" Damian stroked the small of her back, his eyes deep, his voice husky.

Isabelle murmured, "Bring what?"

"Condoms."

Her face flushed crimson. When she was packing earlier, she had hesitated by the nightstand for several seconds, unsure whether to take them.

In the end, blushing furiously, she had taken a box.

A slight smile touched Damian's lips as he found them in the suitcase and opened the box.

How heavy can a box of condoms possibly be?

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