Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 133

Isabelle's face burned hot.

Is he really planning to... fight through the blood?

With a table full of men drinking and chatting, Isabelle left once she'd finished eating.

The woman sitting next to her also excused herself.

The two of them went to a side courtyard for coffee.

Maddox was already there, seated at a coffee table for a while.

He held a cigarette in one hand, sipping coffee and smoking.

The mix of coffee aroma and faint tobacco smell was unpleasant.

He glanced sideways as the two women walked in, politely prepared two cups, and slid them over.

After introductions, Isabelle looked up. "You're Mr. Savage's younger sister, Sienna?"

Sienna Savage smiled gently, "Ms. Foster, you truly live up to being Mr. Whitaker's student."

"Since when did Mr. Whitaker's standards become like this?" Maddox snorted.

He had liked Isabelle initially, but upon hearing she was a kept woman, he suddenly felt tainted himself.

"Maddox, you have a foul mouth," Sienna chided, not sure why he held a grudge against Isabelle, but unable to stay silent.

Isabelle noticed the change in his attitude toward her but didn't mind.

After chatting for a while, Isabelle picked up her purse to use the restroom.

The plate of potato leek soup had made her feel even fuller.

She gently rubbed her lower abdomen and walked out leisurely.

Isabelle checked her phone and sent Damian a message, "Don't drink too much. I'm taking a walk in the courtyard."

He replied instantly, "Got it, honey."

Isabelle smiled, put her phone away, and decided to stroll around.

The entire estate was like a palace, full of antique charm. Pathway lights were everywhere, and festive lights hung above doorways, looking magnificent.

She wandered aimlessly and found the back garden Sienna had mentioned.

Isabelle walked around the courtyard to a wintersweet tree.

A smile touched her lips as she remembered giving Damian flowers back in Solvenia.

Damian wasn't the type to like flowers, but he had been happy when he received them.

Isabelle didn't want to pick any without the host's permission, so she just stood on tiptoe, leaning in close.

A faint, delicate fragrance wafted over.

On the other side of the wall, Isabelle heard two young women arguing.

"So what? I'm still here."

In situations like this, you have to protect yourself from false accusations. She learned that from TV dramas.

Isabelle smiled wryly. Rich families are terrifying.

Wait, I've married into one now.

A shiver ran through her. Could I end up in a situation like this someday?

Helena retreated in panic. "You bitch! You planned this for today, didn't you? Waiting for Callum and the others to see, so they'd have to acknowledge you? I didn't push you. You'll pay for this."

Lenora laughed softly, "Helena, look. Is there anyone here to see?"

Helena broke into a cold sweat. She tried to run, but Lenora let out a loud scream.

She shouted, "My baby! Helena! Don't you run! How dare you push me! If anything happens to my child, I'll make you pay."

Lenora's shrill cries drew people from all around.

Helena, fleeing in haste, stumbled and fell by a flower bed near the wall.

Her eyes accidentally met Isabelle's from the other side.

Isabelle stood up and walked over nonchalantly, helping Helena to her feet, her hands rubbing Helena's shoulders reassuringly.

Just then, a familiar, warm presence approached.

She looked over to see Damian standing beside her.

His body always ran hotter than hers; she could feel the warmth just from him standing close.

"What are you doing here?" Isabelle asked.

Damian whispered, "Making sure my wife isn't stolen."

Isabelle didn't know how to respond to that.

Helena frantically explained to the gathering crowd, "I didn't push her. She did it on purpose."