Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 139

He smiled, wrapping an arm around her soft waist to ease her tension.

The maid, having set out the slippers, began unpacking their luggage into the wardrobe and lighting some incense.

The room had been thoroughly cleaned before their arrival; now it just needed a quick tidy.

Walking into the living area, Damian wrapped his arms around Isabelle from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder.

Isabelle squirmed slightly, whispering a reminder, "There are people..."

Damian paid no mind. "I don't care."

Isabelle rolled her eyes at him. He is acting like a child.

Isn't he supposed to be the stoic CEO? The famously cold and aloof one?

Isabelle wasn't that thick-skinned.

She tried to push him away, but he turned her around and pulled her into a tight embrace instead.

The maid inside, finishing her tasks, tactfully exited the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Damian held her like that for a long time.

He just held her tight, feeling her heartbeat, her softness, and her scent, unwilling to let go.

Isabelle sensed something was off. "What's wrong?"

At her question, Damian only held her tighter.

If not for her, he'd probably still be at the office, buried in work.

Damian hadn't planned on attending Theodore's birthday, but then he saw her messages with Theodore in the elevator, which read, "Your boyfriend is going to love it."

So he followed.

He hadn't expected Theodore to greet her so warmly the moment they met.

All his coldness had been worn away by her.

He found he couldn't muster any anger toward her.

"Damian," Isabelle called softly.

"Hmm?"

"What is it?"

She was getting nervous, sweating a little, feeling almost breathless from his tight hold.

"I love you," Damian said.

Isabelle froze. Her heart began pounding wildly. Why is he saying this now?

This was the first time he had confessed his feelings to her.

Before she could figure out how to respond, Damian added, "Thank you."

Isabelle made a soft sound of acknowledgment, her own hands tightening their grip on him.

It felt like he had something on his mind, but she was not sure how to ask.

"I'm a little tired. I want to rest for a bit," Isabelle said shyly, worried he might misunderstand the statement.

He simply said, "Okay. Whatever you say."

Isabelle was a little surprised. Since when is he so obedient? That's new.

Having been pushed into the lake the night before, her head was still fuzzy. She slept for a solid two hours once she lay down.

She woke up a little after five in the afternoon.

Damian was leaning against the headboard, frowning slightly as he looked at his tablet.

He's really acting like a love-struck fool right now.

Makes things easier? Is he willing to get sick just for that?

Pathetic...

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