Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 357

Chapter 357 A Pledge in Uniform

After lunch, Isabelle and Diana rested together in one of the guest rooms.

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Isabelle was so exhausted she fell asleep almost as soon as she lay down, while Diana stayed nearby. quietly organizing her things.

In another room, Damian and Brian were discussing company matters.

“Did the lunch meeting not go as planned today?” Damian asked with a faint, knowing smile.

Brian pressed his lips together, weighing Damian’s tone–it sounded as if he already suspected something had gone sideways.

“Seems you’ve forgotten–I’m not your assistant anymore. I’m someone who can punch you now,” Brian shot back with a vaguely threatening look.

Damian’s smile deepened. It was precisely because he’d anticipated complications that he hadn’t attended himself. He couldn’t afford more misunderstandings piling up right now.

Brian was different–he’d simply walk away without a backward glance, a far cry from the deferential assistant he used to be.

They sat in silence for a moment.

Then Brian couldn’t help but quip, “Other people find partners as easily as ordering takeout–shows up in thirty minutes or less. But my love life is like a cold case–no witnesses, and every lead gets redacted.”

It turned out Brian had left the meeting early not only because of work, but also because Frank had casually mentioned he and Madeline were officially together.

Perfect now the whole situation was officially tangled.

He’d rushed back specifically to see Diana.

Frowning, he told Damian, “You should get back to your wife.”

And send mine out while you’re at it.

“Alright,” Damian drawled.

When Damian returned to the main suite, Diana was just stepping out of the adjoining room. They exchanged a brief nod.

“Brian’s looking for you,” Damian mentioned.

Diana paused. “Thank you, Mr. Cross.”

After resting, they headed to another location for the indoor portrait session.

It was Callum’s estate–a residence steeped in old–world character, often called the “Colonel’s House” by friends.

Isabelle changed into the deep emerald dress adorned with hand–stitched embroidery.

The winding floral motif followed the curve of her waist, the stitches so fine they seemed to catch the light like scattered

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moonbeams. The closures at the collar were a deep garnet red, a striking contrast against the fair skin of her neck and shoulders.

Tailored by Damian’s own hands, it fit her form almost perfectly.

Thankfully, her pregnancy wasn’t yet visible.

By the time Isabelle arrived at the portrait setting, Damian was already wailing before a weathered brick wall.

The soft sound of her approach drew his gaze.

As she descended the shallow steps, the hem of her dress brushed against the flagstorte, offering a fleeting glimpse of a slender ankle. She held the side slit carefully as she walked toward him.

His fingers curled slightly at his sides without conscious thought, his expression pausing for a moment–so completely that he forgot to step forward to meet her.

The woman before him wore her hair upswept, elegant drop earrings swaying beneath her lobes. Her makeup was a classic, polished style, and her usual gentle composure now carried an added layer of refined grace.

Isabelle grew a little self–conscious under his steady gaze, a faint pink warmth rising to her ears.

She also noticed he was wearing a crisply tailored dress uniform that emphasized his broad shoulders and straight back. The subtle insignia at his collar gleamed with a quiet authority, giving him a steadfast, resolute presence that perfectly complemented her embroidered dress.

Sensing her attention, Damian finally moved toward her and offered his arm.

The slight roughness of his palm brushed against her smooth skin as he guided her. Since the photographer and assistants hadn’t fully assembled yet, he allowed his other arm to settle carefully around her waist.

“Your collar is slightly turned,” he murmured, his voice low.

He gently adjusted the stand–up neckline of her dress. When his fingertips grazed the warm skin of her neck, his own ears warmed in response.

She looked up at him, the diagonal drape of her dress tracing soft curves that contrasted beautifully with the clean, structured lines of his uniform.

Strength and gentleness met in that moment, creating a unique, harmonious balance.

“So beautiful.” His voice, deep and magnetic, drifted close to her ear.

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Just two words, yet they carried a tangible weight–steady, almost simple in their certainty, yet profound, like still water masking a powerful current beneath.

His arm tightened slightly around her waist, a tender gesture that hinted at the warmth beneath his composed exterior.

His slightly rough, calloused fingers stroked the smooth silk of her bodice.

Isabelle shivered, her nerves taut, unable to fully relax.

When she met his gaze, it held an unwavering firmness, as though he could see right through her quiet shyness.

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