Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 146

"Dami..." she called his name in her sleep.

Damian heard it, watching her lips part as if to say more.

But she fell silent again.

After a long moment, he reached out and gently thumbed her lower lip, revealing a glimpse of white teeth.

"Why'd you stop?" he sighed, wanting to hear it again.

Just then, his phone rang—Finley's.

He got up slowly and walked to the living area. "Yeah."

"Damian, I'm so sorry. Ashley's in the hospital. Still unconscious. She keeps calling your name in her sleep. Could you come see her? Just for a moment. I'm begging you." Finley's voice on the other end was frantic.

In the background, Damian could indeed hear Ashley faintly murmuring his name.

Damian glanced back at Isabelle sleeping in the bed, his brow furrowed.

Why does the sound of Ashley calling "Damian" feel so repulsive now?

"Mr. Debose, is she dying?" Damian asked coldly.

Finley fell silent for a beat. "Damian..."

Damian continued, voice icy, "When my father called you back then, I was dying, too."

Finley said, "Damian, Ashley's mother was the one who cut off contact. I truly didn't know it."

Damian ignored the explanation—he'd heard it too many times. "What did you say to my wife?"

Finley went quiet again.

He could guess Isabelle hadn't told Damian everything; otherwise, Damian wouldn't be asking.

He also saw no point in explaining over the phone. If Isabelle found out he'd told Damian, she might hate him even more.

"Mrs. Cross and Ashley just talked a little about... your situation," he said.

Damian's eyes darkened dangerously. "'Talked a little'? About what, exactly, that would leave my wife unable to get out of bed?"

He could guess Ashley had been upset enough to land in the hospital—probably over him.

Isabelle usually held her own in arguments; he'd seen that.

But for her to have such a strong reaction, it couldn't have been that simple.

Finley had no reply. He didn't dare say.

Damian had no patience for this. "Whether your daughter lives or dies has nothing to do with me. Not now, not ever. Do me a favor and teach your precious daughter to stay away from my wife. If something like today happens again, I won't hesitate to have my father intervene."

He hung up and tossed the phone onto the sofa.

If Louis got involved, the relationship between the Cross family and the Debose family would likely be over.

Damian was furious, itching to hit something.

"Dami..." Isabelle's drowsy murmur came from the bedroom.

Damian let out a long breath.

That single word from her dissolved his rage.

He walked back to the bed, carefully lifted the covers, and slid in beside her.

Then he planted light kisses on her forehead. "You sure know how to calm a man down. Say it again."

He held her tight.

Why does my name sound so sweet when she says it?

*****

They're both my daughters.

Isabelle is that woman's daughter.

And my father actually wants to acknowledge her.

How laughable!

What does that make me?

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