Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 149

This put him in a much better mood.

"Don't be mad at me again," Damian said.

"I won't," Isabelle promised.

Damian smiled. She is so difficult to handle.

He gently tapped her nose.

Isabelle felt much more relaxed, but she wanted to get up immediately.

Because right now, she could feel his body heating up dangerously against hers.

"Damian, I'm hungry," Isabelle whispered.

"You always do this," he groaned, his voice hoarse. "Every time I get turned on, you want to eat. You little bottomless pit."

He had been holding back for days.

Her hand was soft, but the real thing was right in front of him.

Isabelle bit her lip, shy.

Damian didn't push it. He figured she must be nervous about facing the whole family for breakfast.

He had finally managed to calm her down; he couldn't mess things up now.

"Call me Dami," he demanded.

"Not gonna..."

"You did it once last night."

Isabelle cut him off quickly, "I did not!"

"Such a liar," Damian chuckled, pecking her on the corner of her mouth. "Are you going to say it? If not, I'm going to be naughty, too."

He pecked the other corner of her mouth.

It sent a shiver down her spine.

He is so good at this.

Isabelle's face turned bright red.

But now was not the time.

She murmured, "Dami..."

"Yeah." Damian couldn't stop.

Hearing her voice was driving him crazy.

His face flushed, and he kissed her neck, his hot breath fanning her ear.

Isabelle let out a soft whimper. "Dami, we can't..."

It was pure torture, being left hanging like that.

It really wouldn't be good to lose control right now.

Damian pinched her cheek. It took a lot of effort, but he finally pulled himself up and carefully helped her fix her clothes.

Isabelle looked down and saw the obvious bulge in his pants.

She jumped up quickly, fixing her own hair and clothes.

He snickered.

Damian went to the bathroom to splash cold water on his face. Then, the two of them finally walked out the door.

"Morning," Abigail greeted.

They ran into Abigail and Jonathan coming out of the adjacent suite.

"Morning," Isabelle replied.

But the conflict between Caroline and Finley still felt like a sharp sword hanging over her head.

She picked up a steamed clam in garlic butter and took a small bite.

"This is delicious," she murmured to Damian.

"They had it made especially for you," Damian whispered.

Regina laughed from the side. "Theodore is allergic to seafood, so we never have this in the kitchen. But he knew you liked it, so he had the chef make it fresh this morning. Otherwise, we wouldn't be enjoying it either."

"Really?" Isabelle looked over at Theodore, who was sitting across from her.

Theodore smiled, "Damian told me."

Damian smiled, too.

Forest teased, "You're playing favorites."

"Oh, so that's what you call it?" Theodore shot back. "Tomorrow, I'll have the kitchen make a whole platter of slow-cooked pulled pork just for you. Maybe that'll shut you up."

Theodore didn't hold back at all.

Everyone laughed.

They all knew Forest loved slow-cooked pulled pork.

Isabelle watched the playful interaction between the family and smiled.

Damian glanced at her, his expression turning serious.

When Theodore retired from the business world, Louis didn't ask for a cent. He only took this estate and went into politics.

Forest, on the other hand, took over the family furniture business and expanded it globally. Now it was thriving.

It was rare to see such a harmonious and united family among the super-wealthy.

After breakfast, Damian called the family doctor.