Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 126

Damian's gaze darkened as he watched her cautious movements.

By the time Isabelle drifted off to sleep in his arms, it was already the early hours of the morning.

Damian stroked her hair gently and kissed her forehead. "Goodnight."

"Night..." she mumbled back, snuggling closer into his chest, her hand resting possessively on his abs.

The next day, she slept until ten in the morning.

After carefully preparing lunch, she drove to the company.

The office was closed for the holiday; only security was at the entrance.

She arrived a little past noon, heading up from the underground parking garage.

When she reached the executive floor, a meeting was just letting out.

A crowd of people she didn't recognize streamed toward her.

Brian was leading them to the elevators and caught her eye briefly.

Isabelle didn't ask questions, just stepped aside to let them pass.

Her gaze fell on a file folder carried by someone in the group.

The cover flashed by, with "Acquisition Proposal" on it.

Isabelle didn't see it all, but the logo looked like that of a new autonomous vehicle company that had emerged in recent years.

She didn't dwell on it, just carried the lunch bag inside.

Damian's voice drifted out, discussing some issue with vehicle testing.

The door was ajar. As she approached, he was seriously pointing out flaws in a document, using a pen to mark key points.

Damian wasn't in his usual suit today.

He wore slacks with a black high-neck sweater and a long wool coat over it.

The sweater clearly outlined his solid build, looking both casual and sophisticated.

Seated at his desk, he adjusted his rimless glasses. Finishing his explanation, he glanced up at the woman listening intently beside him—Celeste Snow.

Celeste gave a charming, slightly shy smile and nodded. "That makes sense now. Thank you, Mr. Cross."

Celeste was strikingly beautiful, poised, and elegant. Dressed all in black, she had an untamed kind of allure.

"You're welcome. You've worked hard lately. Finish up these two days and take off early," he said, a faint smile on his lips as he turned his attention away.

Isabelle couldn't help but watch for another moment.

Seeing them engrossed in conversation, she cautiously knocked on the door.

Both looked toward the doorway.

Damian set down his file, a smile touching his lips as he walked over to meet her. "You're here."

"Yeah." Isabelle stepped in and nodded politely at Celeste, who smiled back.

Isabelle found it boring. She sent him a message on WhatsApp and quietly slipped out of the office.

Damian watched her go, then looked at his phone.

The message read, "Stepping out for a bit. I'll pick you up later." On WhatsApp, she had also sent him several questions and proposed solutions regarding the clothing sales strategy they'd discussed during the meeting.

He paused, staring at his phone for a moment.

Without a word, he walked to his desk, opened a new document on his computer containing the points she'd raised, and emailed it to all the executives.

He listed out the problems Isabelle had identified, and her suggested solutions.

A man remarked, "This issue had us stuck for over a week, Mr. Cross. Brilliant!"

"We never spotted the problem in that specific area," another said.

Damian's lips curved into a smile as he straightened up. "It wasn't me. My wife figured it out."

He felt a renewed sense of admiration for Isabelle.

She'd sat there for less than half an hour.

At first, he thought she was just playing on her phone—he hadn't expected her to actually be studying the apparel market sales data.

I didn't realize she had such insight in this field, too.

The executives murmured among themselves, curious about Damian's wife. They only knew she could design; they hadn't realized she was so knowledgeable about this side of the business as well.