Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 337

Chapter 337 The Truth in His Scars

Besides, none of this was his fault. How could he…

How could he humble himself so completely?

Sienna said he was hurt.

Lynn said he was her patient.

There must be more she didn’t know.

She felt she couldn’t let the misunderstanding linger. These things were better settled in person.

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Damian had already started avoiding Isabelle, afraid that something painful might arise between them, or that they might make a choice they would later regret.

Since Damian didn’t want to see her, this time she would take the initiative.

“Hello, do you have an appointment?”

Isabelle walked ahead, with Bruce following closely behind her.

The receptionist greeted them with a polished smile. Just from the designer dress, she could tell the woman before her was someone of significance. When she noticed Bruce behind Isabelle, Bruce quickly gave her a meaningful glance.

“No appointment.”

The receptionist glanced subtly toward Bruce.

Clearly, Bruce didn’t want her going upstairs either.

“Then please wait a moment. I’ll call up to schedule an appointment for you.” The receptionist quickly picked up the desk phone to call the executive floor.

Isabelle calmly took out her phone, found the photo of her and Damian’s marriage license in her album, then gently ended the call the receptionist was about to make. She placed the photo on the counter.

“Will this suffice?”

“Yes, of course!” The receptionist smiled stiffly.

Mrs. Cross has arrived at headquarters–unannounced.

There are rumors lately that Mr. Cross is having domestic troubles, and now his wife has come to the office?

This is turning intense.

“Right this way, please.”

The receptionist gave Bruce a helpless look.

Isabelle followed her into the private elevator reserved for the executive suite.

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Chapter 337 The Truth in His Scars

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Bruce moved to join them, but Isabelle stopped him.

“No steak for you tonight”

“Please, Mrs. Cross…” Bruce looked genuinely torn as the elevator doors closed.

The receptionist pressed the button for the top floor and swallowed quietly. The CEO’s wife was indeed as formidable as the stories suggested perhaps even more so.

One thing the rumors had gotten wrong, though,

The CEO’s wife was strikingly beautiful, not the plain or stern figure some had described.

Perhaps she just enjoyed good food.

No wonder the CEO remained so devoted even amid the talk. If I have someone like that by my side every day, I wouldn’t mind a little drama either.

The elevator arrived at the top floor.

“Mrs. Cross, should I go in and…”

“That won’t be necessary. You may go back down.” Isabelle stepped out,

“Of course.” The receptionist offered a polite smile, waited for the doors to close, and finally let out a slow breath.

It was Isabelle’s first time seeing Damian’s world up close. Though the entire floor was designed in a clean, modern aesthetic, it carried an air of quiet authority.

As she passed an office adjacent to the CEO’s suite, she spotted Dylan’s familiar face.

The moment Dylan saw Isabelle, he straightened instantly. He rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.

The wife was here–and she’d come straight up!

The boss was in trouble.

Isabelle glanced his way and continued forward without stopping.

Dylan had just picked up the phone to call Damian, but before the line could connect, Isabelle pushed open the main office door and walked inside.

In the private adjoining suite of the CEO’s office, Damian was seated in an armchair. A male medic was applying a topical treatment to his back, while Lynn stood facing away, speaking with a slight frown.

“If this layer of skin tears again, tomorrow I’ll have my father arrange a graft. That should hold well enough–you won’t have to worry about friction. It would save me from running back and forth too. If you’re not seeing anyone, at least don’t keep the rest of us from having a life…”

Damian stayed silent.

The door to the suite opened, and everyone’s eyes turned toward the person who had entered without knocking.

“Isabelle.” Lynn’s voice softened.

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