Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 161

They found a place to sit down. She rubbed her thighs, giving them little squeezes.

She'd known she was in for it the moment he'd hooked her legs over his shoulders last night.

Sure enough, her thighs were miserably sore this morning. Climbing up to the cathedral was a struggle.

Her legs were still shaky.

Regina chuckled, "No one's saying you have to have one right now. Young people should enjoy themselves first. There's no hurry. The wedding hasn't even happened yet. We can't shortchange you."

Oh, right. The wedding hasn't happened yet.

Young people should enjoy themselves first...

That statement felt a little... suggestive.

Isabelle wasn't sure how to respond.

A moment later, the others caught up. Damian sat down beside Isabelle.

He noticed her fidgeting.

Damian gave a low chuckle, patted her knee, and casually began to massage it.

Isabelle quickly pushed his hand away.

How can this man be so shameless?

He has no sense of decency.

"Tired from just that little walk?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips.

Isabelle glared at him.

You have the nerve to ask.

Who was it last night who insisted Christmas called for "new moves" and had to look up tutorials online?

Isabelle thought her face was about to burn up.

She thought Damian was perfectly capable as he was, but he'd forced her to "study" with him.

Seeing they were momentarily alone, Regina and the others continued upward, deliberately leaving the two of them behind.

Isabelle said, "Damian, keep your thoughts pure. God is watching."

"With this many people praying today, God's too busy to listen to us," Damian smiled.

Isabelle fell silent.

When Isabelle didn't reply, he continued, "And like they say, attraction is just biology. A real man can appreciate a beautiful woman, but he knows how to control himself."

Before he could finish, Isabelle stood up and walked away, leaving a chuckling Damian behind.

"A wolf in gentleman's clothing..." she murmured, a faint smile touching her lips.

Damian followed her. Isabelle was too easy to tease—one word and she blushed.

She's cast some spell on me. I only have eyes for her.

They hadn't gone far before they ran into a familiar figure.

"Isabelle."

"Collin?"

"Fancy meeting you here," Collin said with a light laugh. He was alone. Seeing Isabelle by herself seemed to cheer him up.

We can't lie in front of God.

The week before last year's Fashion Week...

Damian specified the time so precisely, clearly, to make a point to Collin.

And not "got together", but "got married"...

That was quite a surprise.

Collin just didn't understand why Isabelle had kept it from him.

Well, damn. You win.

The line to light candles was packed shoulder-to-shoulder.

Despite the "Silence" signs hanging inside the cathedral, the air was buzzing with noise—a chaotic blend of different sounds.

The striking of matches, the rustling of prayer books, the murmurs of supplication...

Isabelle followed closely beside Damian. He held a lit taper, and like most people around them, he kept his arm raised high, careful not to singe anyone.

The crowd shuffled forward slowly. There was no formal line, yet people moved without pushing or shoving.

The wait, however, was taking a while. A long trail of hot wax dripped from the candle and fell onto the back of his hand and the sleeve of his shirt.

"Excuse me." A voice came from behind. A graceful figure collided with Damian's back.

Damian stood rooted to the spot, barely shifting his weight.

Isabelle glanced over her shoulder.

The woman steadied herself. A drop of molten wax had landed on her pale hand, leaving a bright red burn mark. She let out a tiny, sharp hiss of pain, but didn't make a fuss.

"Sorry," she said, looking up to meet the eyes of the two people standing nearby. "Mr. Cross, Mrs. Cross..."

"Ms. Snow," Damian replied, the slight furrow in his brow smoothing out.

Isabelle recognized the woman as Celeste, the general manager of Damian's Cypher Autonomous Mobility. She nodded at Celeste but didn't say a word.