Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 339

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Chapter 339 An Intimate Truce

“Let me help you apply the oatment,” she offered.”

“No.”

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Damian’s gaze was shadowed. If he hadn’t wanted her to discover his injuries, he wouldn’t have walked away from her earlier in the garden.

“Scars aren’t pretty. If our little one sees too much, she might turn out plain,” he said, his tone softening. “Wait until the dressing is changed, then you can look. My face is handsome enough as it is–I don’t need to hide it.”

Who complimented themselves so blatantly?

“Wait for me outside. There are medical professionals here–that’s how I’ll heal quickest. If you’re worried about me, I haven’t eaten since noon.” Damian allowed a touch of weariness into his expression.

After holding back for so many days, he’d finally found a moment to be a little vulnerable.

Isabelle looked up at him. A faint shadow of stubble lined his jaw, and his hair fell slightly across his forehead. He looked every bit the rugged man, yet he could speak like this…

“I was hoping to make it up to you… Could you give me a little credit?” she asked tentatively.

“That depends on your performance.” Damian’s lips curved slightly as he gave her waist a gentle squeeze.

Isabelle shivered. It had been so long since they’d been close that even a casual touch now made her legs feel unsteady.

“What do you want?”

“Kiss me. Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.” His request wasn’t unreasonable.

For him, it had been too long since he’d last tasted her–he’d almost forgotten the feeling.

Isabelle’s cheeks flushed.

“There are people outside the door.”

“Don’t worry, they know better than to listen.”

Whether they were listening or not was uncertain, but there was definitely an extra pair of ears outside now–Bruce’s.

Without waiting for her reply, Damian carefully lifted her. Isabelle panicked, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck and her legs around his waist, afraid of aggravating his injuries or causing his legs to give way.

“Put me down!” Her face burned.

Damian turned and sat on the edge of the bed, his hands resting on the curve of her waist.

“Let me have my way today, and then I’ll let you go.” His voice dropped to a murmur.

It sounded like a plea for comfort, and also like a gentle punishment for isabelle.

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Chapter 339 An Intimate Truce

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“That’s not how it’s done. Did you forget everything I taught you?” Damian smiled, watching the blush spread slowly across her face. “Do you need a reminder?

Hearing this, Isabelle cupped his face and covered his lips with her own.

Damian didn’t hold back in his response.

He was so fervent that Isabelle felt their teeth might clash.

“Tell me, how did you figure out later that I wasn’t behind it?” He nipped lightly at the corner of her mouth, the words slipping out between kisses.

Isabelle was lost in the sensation. Maybe it had been too long-

g–now even the slightest touch seemed to ignite her.

She answered in fragments, “Ashley… when she messaged me… mhm… I thought she was… suspicious…”

A soft, damp warmth spread along her neck.

“Did she come to you today?” Damian reached up and gently tugged the silk strap from her shoulder.

“Yes, she’s getting restless…” Isabelle felt him rest his forehead against her shoulder, perfectly still.

Damian’s gaze fixed intently on the exposed skin of her chest.

Isabelle hurriedly adjusted her dress back into place.

She hadn’t brought a jacket today. If any marks showed, she’d become the subject of gossip as soon as she stepped outside.

She checked herself carefully. Thankfully, he’d shown some restraint and hadn’t gone too far.

Isabelle got up and stepped aside to straighten her clothing.

Damian smiled, took her hand, and rubbed it gently, his eyes still clouded with lingering desire.

“Good thing you’re sharp—if you’d kept misjudging me like that, I might’ve had to walk the plank just to prove I’m inocent.”

Isabelle felt a fresh pang of guilt. “I’m sorry.”

Damian quickly fell silent. He shouldn’t bring it up again and upset her. “I’m hungry.”

Isabelle nodded. “Then I’ll make you something…”

She noticed there was a small kitchenette here, clearly used–she could almost picture Damian here, trying out recipes for her

Damian halted that train of thought. “Let’s just order in. Don’t trouble yourself.”

“Alright.” She was feeling pretty tired herself.

“Wash your face before you go out.” Damian tilted his chin toward the bathroom door.

Isabelle obediently walked over.

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