Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 340

Chapter 340 Comfort and Conversation

What did that make her?

She brushed her hair forward over her shoulders–only then could she barely face anyone outside.

Just as she stepped out, she noticed Damian smiling softly to himself.

“Well, I’ll go out now,” Isabelle said, her cheeks still warm.

“Mm.” He kept his eyes on her, a faint curve lingering on his lips.

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Isabelle opened the door, and Lynn, Bruce, and the others nearly stumbled forward from where they’d been gathered outside.

“Isabelle.”

“Mrs. Cross.”

They must have overheard everything.

Shortly after Damian’s dressing was changed, the meal Bruce had ordered arrived.

Everyone else left the CEO’s suite.

“Come on, let’s eat something,” Isabelle said, taking his hand.

Damian didn’t stand. Instead, he wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her close. Looking at her now, she did seem to have gained a little softness.

He held her carefully, leaning his ear gently against her belly, listening for any hint of movement inside.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“How does what feel?”

“Having him here, with you.” Damian cradled her side softly, pressing a kiss to her abdomen.

Isabelle felt a sudden warmth spread through her. She ran her fingers through his hair, then her gaze drifted to the exposed skin of his back. She frowned, hesitating for a moment.

“It doesn’t feel like much yet. He’s not even two months along–what is there to feel?” she said.

“I see.”

Isabelle let him hold her, her thumb lightly tracing the tail of one of the faded marks near his shoulder.

The muscles in Damian’s shoulder tightened slightly. He steadied himself and said, “Let’s go eat. I’m hungry.”

He reached for the shirt beside him and stood to put it on.

Isabelle took it from his hands. “Don’t wear it yet. Dr. Murphy said to keep it dry. If this gets infected and doesn’t heal, she really will find a donor graft for you.”

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Chapter 340 Comfort and Conversation

You actually believe what she says

Thinking of it. Damian couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for lucas.

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Lynn was quite a match–though she usually spoke directly, she could navigate any conversation smoothly. Her easygoing nature had won her plenty of connections. But Lucas always said he preferred someone gentle, soft–spoken, and sweet.

Lynn didn’t fit that mold at all.

It was only earlier, while listening outside, when Bruce mentioned it, that Lynn learned Damian had been wrongfully accused.

It seemed Lynn had also misunderstood Lucas. Looking at it now, Lucas wasn’t so bad.

But misunderstandings aside, they really weren’t suited.

Lucas had always been proud–he’d never be interested in a woman who was all polish and no depth. A man like Lucas probably wanted someone softer, more vulnerable, someone he could protect to feel like he mattered.

“This Dr. Murphy…” Isabelle began tentatively.

Damian sat beside her and served her some food. “Lucas‘ former fiancée. But I heard she went alone to break off the engagement yesterday, so technically she isn’t anymore.”

“Why did she end it?”

“Probably because they weren’t right for each other,” Damian said.

No wonder Lynn had called her “Isabelle” earlier. She must have been wary of causing misunderstanding–otherwise, she would have been more formal when they first met today.

The conversation quieted, and Isabelle focused on her meal.

Damian ate while watching her intently, half–afraid that her coming to him today was just a dream.

He felt like he’d been living in this quiet CEO’s suite for ages. Now, with this woman beside him, even the emptiest space seemed

filled.

“Stop staring and eat. The food’s getting cold,” Isabelle said, a little self–conscious.

“Mm.” Damian smiled but couldn’t help glancing at her again.

A comfortable silence settled between them.

“Can I come stay tonight he asked.

Isabelle looked up and saw the quiet hope in the man’s eyes.

She set down her fork and said with genuine regret, “I’m sorry, Damian…”

“Looks like I won’t be sleeping on the streets, then,” he said softly, ruffling her hair.

Isabelle went back to eating.

Even though things seemed calm between them on the surface, the guilt she felt toward Damian still swelled inside her like a

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