Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 143

It was a round table with a built-in grill, and a coffee pot brewing coffee on a stand nearby.

Damian and Isabelle sat down.

"Perfect timing. The meat and eggplant are ready," Jonathan said, carefully arranging disposable plates and distributing the grilled items.

The plate with the most grilled eggplant went to Isabelle.

He handed one to Abigail first, then to Isabelle.

Jonathan appeared aloof, but the look he gave Abigail was different.

"Thanks, Jonathan," Isabelle said.

Jonathan glanced up at her. "Isabelle, your surname Foster?"

She had just picked up her fork but answered without hesitation, "My mother's surname."

He paused slightly, looked at her again, then nodded and didn't inquire further.

Damian noticed his expression and frowned slightly.

"Jonathan, this meat is a bit bland," Abigail remarked.

"Let me taste." Jonathan leaned in, and Abigail deftly forked a piece into his mouth.

He chewed and nodded. "I'll add some seasoning. Don't eat that one, save it for me. I'll grill you a new one."

Watching their tacit understanding and comfortable dynamic, Damian couldn't help but glance at Isabelle.

She sneakily peeked back at him, her heart fluttering, then went back to focusing on her food.

Is he expecting me to feed him?

Does a domineering CEO really enjoy this kind of domesticity?

Shouldn't he just eat and drink properly?

This overly affectionate vibe doesn't seem to fit him.

Well, not my problem.

Damian lowered his eyelids, disappointed.

Jonathan and Abigail chatted quietly, laughing together.

In contrast, Damian and Isabelle seemed like two people on a first, awkward date—unfamiliar and unsure what to talk about.

At some point, Abigail called over a maid to take a photo of the four of them.

Abigail sat next to Isabelle, with the men beside their respective partners.

"Wait a moment." Damian took a napkin and gently wiped a bit of grease from the corner of Isabelle's mouth.

Isabelle froze for two seconds, her lips tingling from his touch.

"Okay." Damian crumpled the napkin in his hand and placed his other arm on the back of her chair.

This was their second photo together.

Abigail sent the photo to their family group chat and promptly added Isabelle to it.

Isabelle was startled as notifications from the group chat started pinging incessantly.

Damian stayed quiet beside her. He had intended to introduce her gradually, knowing he wasn't active in the group himself and worried she might feel overwhelmed.

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