Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 148

Isabelle froze. Damian was surprisingly skilled with the brush. Did Ashley teach him how to do this?

The thought made her heart sink. She reached up to stop his hand.

"I'll do it myself," she said. "You're pulling my hair."

Damian's happy expression instantly turned serious. He looked down at her, confused.

Did I do it wrong?

He didn't say a word, but he didn't let her take the brush either. He just kept styling her hair.

Isabelle didn't resist anymore.

He tied it into a braid, wrapped the end with a hair tie decorated with an orange tulip.

It matched her makeup perfectly.

Paired with her white dress and orange wool coat, she looked ethereal—fragile and delicate.

They walked out of the bedroom in silence, one after the other—Isabelle went first, with Damian following close behind.

At the front door, Damian insisted on putting her shoes on for her.

Isabelle didn't stop him.

She bent down to open the door, but Damian slammed it shut immediately.

He pulled her back and pinned her against the wall in the entryway.

Isabelle gasped in surprise.

"You're mad at me," Damian stated, his eyes demanding the truth.

"No, I'm not," Isabelle lied.

Damian wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her firmly in place. He wasn't going to let her leave until she confessed.

"You wouldn't let me kiss you, you wouldn't let me brush your hair, and you wouldn't let me put your shoes on," he accused. "You are definitely mad."

Isabelle looked into his cold eyes.

How did he know?

"Tell me what I did wrong," Damian pressed, frustration building inside him. "Or did you hear something last night?"

My wife just moved in, and I can't let other people ruin our relationship.

"I really am not mad," she insisted.

"No? Maybe you need to get back in bed to soften that mouth of yours," he growled. "Maybe you'll be honest once I'm on top of you. Hmm?"

He was getting annoyed. He hated that she was shutting him out.

Isabelle's cheeks flushed. She clenched her fists against his chest.

Why does he always have to say such dirty things?

Was I supposed to tell him that I think I'm just Ashley's replacement? That he might like me only because I look like her?

She murmured, "It's really nothing..."

Before she could finish, Damian threw her over his shoulder.

He was pissed. He marched back to the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed.

Isabelle bounced slightly from the impact.

Damian cursed himself silently. I'm so pathetic.

One look from her, and all my anger disappears.

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