Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 121

Regina mentioned that Damian hadn't come home for Christmas in three years.

Not since the year he got injured—after Ashley broke up with him, he never returned for Christmas.

His gaze, hard to read, settled on Isabelle.

He slowly reached out a hand to her. "Come here."

Isabelle paused. She was afraid to go.

But she inched closer anyway.

Seeing how cautious she was, Damian moved over to sit beside her instead.

He took her hand in his.

Damian didn't say a word. Just holding her hand felt like it could make anything easier.

She always has a calming effect.

Back at the villa, Isabelle remembered what had happened in the courtyard earlier and felt a little embarrassed.

"I think I caused some trouble today," she said.

Damian grinned and walked into the kitchen.

"Did you see my dad?" he asked.

"Wait, you knew?"

Instead of answering directly, he asked, "Are you hungry? Want some pasta?"

"Sure."

Isabelle wasn't really hungry—Felix had brought plenty of snacks to the private room.

But watching Damian eat alone didn't seem right, so she figured she'd keep him company.

Isabelle hovered near him, unsure whether to help, then simply sat down to watch.

"Will your dad be upset?" she asked.

"No. They like you."

"But today I kind of..." She pressed her lips together.

I completely ruined my image today.

How could I have yelled at his parents before even officially meeting them?

Damian said, "They're easygoing. Don't worry about it. Just look after me—they won't mind anything else."

She chuckled softly, "Okay."

He's a grown man. Since when does he need looking after?

Damian rolled up his sleeves, revealing distinct veins along his forearms, and started frying an egg.

"I'll be on break next week, but I might still have a few busy days."

Isabelle rested her hands on the marble counter and watched his back.

"Need any help?" she asked.

Damian paused and glanced over his shoulder at her.

He remembered back at the Solvenia Fashion Week, when she slipped backstage, and he was stopped at the entrance.

She's full of surprises.

"If you're offering," he said with a slight smile.

He really wanted to see what else Isabelle was hiding.

The pasta with a fried egg was ready quickly.

They sat facing each other.

She'd had some wine earlier and felt a little hazy while eating.

Propping her chin in one hand, she picked up her fork with the other and took a bite.

"You're actually a pretty good cook," she said.

Damian smiled, "I have you to thank for that."

Isabelle was speechless. If you don't have anything nice to say...

Damian froze. Did she figure it out?

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