Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 155

Isabelle smiled, "If you like it, I can try some different styles for you next time."

Violet beamed with delight.

Regina was also extremely pleased with Isabelle.

Hearing this, Abigail leaned in and asked quietly, "Think I could get in on a set, too?"

"Of course," Isabelle said, remembering that the nail tips Damian had given her were supposedly from Abigail. It was only right to return the favor.

"The day after Christmas, we're not gathering at the manor. We're having the family dinner at Jonathan's place this year," Abigail said, testing the waters. "If you and Damian don't have plans, would you like to join?"

"We should be free," Isabelle agreed without a second thought.

Caroline had told her a few days ago not to come see her for Christmas—she was off traveling again.

As for Damian, since he'd already chosen to spend Christmas at home, attending a family dinner shouldn't be a problem either.

Abigail smiled warmly and raised her glass of sweet wine to Isabelle's.

Damian's family genuinely liked Isabelle. It wasn't just because of what happened with Damian's injury; her courage and sense of justice had earned their deep respect.

"How were those nail tips? Did they fit okay?" Abigail asked.

"Perfectly. They're lovely." Isabelle held out her hand.

The soft pink nail tips, adorned with sparkling gems, accentuated her pale, slender fingers. The slightest movement seemed elegantly alluring.

She smiled, "Thank you, Abigail."

Abigail pouted her mouth playfully. "You should thank Damian. He practically begged me for them. Not that I was unwilling to give them! I was planning to all along. I just wanted to tease him a bit. Didn't expect him to keep pleading."

Nail sets by this designer had a waitlist; even society ladies struggled to get on.

He begged for them? It's hard to picture Damian begging anyone for anything.

Isabelle couldn't help but chuckle softly.

"Damian truly cares for you," Abigail said.

Isabelle knew that. Damian's affection for her was obvious to see.

But hearing it confirmed by someone else felt different.

Her face began to grow warm, and thoughts of him suddenly flooded her mind.

She remembered what he'd said that day. "You've done so much for me. It seems I'll have to treat you well."

I wonder what he's doing now.

Damian had a few drinks with the men of the family. After they finished talking business, he returned to their room and waited for her on the sofa.

He waited and waited. He fell asleep on the couch, and it was past midnight when she finally came in.

Isabelle tiptoed in, changed her shoes, and saw the tall man lying on the sofa.

She walked over, covered him with a throw blanket, and went to take a shower.

When she came out, the blanket had slipped to the floor.

Isabelle sat beside him, draped the blanket over him again, and carefully removed his glasses from the bridge of his nose, placing them on the coffee table.

She contentedly rested her head on Damian's chest, studying him closely.

His breathing was steady and strong. Lying against him was like resting on a warm, comfortable hearth.

His firm chest muscles were solid even in sleep.

It's true. Aside from his lips, every part of him feels so... solid.

How does a man this perfect even exist?

His career is top-tier.

His looks are top-tier.

And certain... other aspects are definitely top-tier, too.

I'm being such a fool.

He's drunk. Does that mean I can do whatever I want?

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