Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 351

Chapter 351 Unspoken bevation

Chapter 351 Unspoken Devotion

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Isabelle glanced at the bowl and recognized the careful preparation. “A proper bone broth,” she remarked, then asked, “Did you make it yourself?”

“Mhm.”

That simple affirmation carried all the quiet care he had pot into it.

Isabelle picked up her spoon and took a taste–it was rich and deeply flavorful.

She lifted her eyes to look at him, her thoughts drifting.

From this angle, his brows were slightly drawn in concentration, his long lashes and straight nose casting soft shadows.

Outside, the late afternoon sun was still strong, its lingering glow filling the great room with a gentle warmth.

He was backlit, the light framing him, yet the sharp line of his jaw remained clearly defined against the brightness.

Staring at his profile, Isabelle found herself lost for a long moment.

The company had just gone public–it was the busiest possible time–and yet he had managed to do all of this in the midst of it.

A sudden heat pressed behind her eyes. Guilt and remorse tightened in her chest again, making it hard to meet his gaze. She could only lower her head and continue eating.

Damian served her more rice and carefully deboned a piece of fish for her.

Isabelle’s heart ached.

A wave of sorrow washed through her, leaving her feeling momentarily unsteady.

She blinked a few times, her lashes fluttering as she tried to ease the tightness in her throat.

“When you’re with me, just think about us, okay? Don’t get lost in your head.”

r Damian’s deep, perceptive eyes–which seemed to see through everything–rested on her, lingering on the faint redness at the corners of her eyes.

His low, steady voice was a comfort.

The last bit of resistance in Isabelle’s mind faded. The confusion that had built up over the weeks dissolved in an instant, and a single tear escaped, tracing a path down her cheek.

It was gently caught by the pad of the man’s thumb.

“Silly girl.”

After the meal, Isabelle walked with Damian around the grounds to digest.

“When would you like to move in?” Damian asked, holding her hand and matching his pace to hers.

“Hmm?” That soon?

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11:19 am

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Chapter 351 Unspoken Devotion

She’d assumed today was just a visit, maybe dinner at most.

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She’d actually grown attached to their penthouse. Moving here all at once might feel a little disorienting.

“If we’re here, there’s plenty of room for your friends to visit later. James and the others will come by too,” Damian said, pausing under a timber pergola draped with grapevines. He walked to the wooden swing hanging nearby, brushed off a few fallen leaves, and gestured for her to sit.

The swing was suspended from the heavy beams above, as if it had grown there naturally, giving off a relaxed, timeless feeling

Only then did she notice the grapes overhead were ripe. They looked like a deep blue–black variety.

Studying the clusters, she settled onto the swing, and Damian gave her a gentle push from behind.

“I thought we’d move in after the wedding ceremony.”

“Whether we have a big wedding or not, you’re already my wife. Moving in sooner doesn’t change that–it’s your call,” Damian said with a soft chuckle. “Besides, this place is closer to your studio. You can sleep in a little longer on cold winter mornings if you don’t feel like rushing.”

Hearing that, Isabelle felt a flicker of temptation.

“But it’s farther from your office. Or… are you planning to stay at the company sometimes?” she asked, a hint of reluctance in her voice.

“I don’t make a habit of living apart after marriage.”

The last time they had lived separately had nearly cost him his peace of mind–he wasn’t about to repeat that.

He added, “I’m a grown man. Waking up thirty minutes earlier isn’t exactly a hardship.”

No matter what, he wouldn’t let his wife or future child go without.

“But… I still love our other place.” That was where he had planted the tulips for her himself.

Damian seemed to guess what she was thinking. His smile softened.

Lately, he’d noticed her spending more time on the terrace, learning from the gardener how to care for the flowers–a side of her he hadn’t expected.

“Let me show you further down the path,” Damian suggested.

“Oh, um…” Isabelle glanced back at him over her shoulder.

“What is it?”

“Can I try one of the grapes?”

Her gaze kept drifting upward toward the clusters overhead.

Damian’s lips curved. “Of course.”

“But they’re too high.”

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