Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 364

Chapter 364 Trapped by The Storm

Chapter 364 Trapped by the Storm

Her foot had barely crossed the threshold when her arms were seized. Panic stole her voice, leaving only a sharp, choked garp

But it was quickly silenced by a stinging slap across her cheek. The overhead lights flicked on, and Ashley fell utterly quiet

The defiance she’d carried with her shattered the moment the door swung open, completely crushed by the scene before her.

A smirk touched the corner of Damian’s lips.

“Long time no see.” He leaned back against the sofa cushions.

His robe hung open casually, revealing the defined lines of his chest.

Eyes half–lidded, Damian lit another cigarette, exhaling a slow, deliberate stream of Smoke. The metal lighter clattered onto the coffee table with a series of sharp taps.

Each sound sent a tremor through Ashley’s core.

The two security guards dragged her forward and dropped her at Damian’s feet.

Terrified senseless, Ashley scrambled to curl into herself, her face contorted with fear.

The guards walked out, closing the door behind them, and took up positions in the hallway.

“What, cat got your tongue?”

Damian rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward to study the woman trembling before him.

He had once cared for her–until one revelation after another stripped away any illusion of who she really was.

Ashley had thought Damian remained in the dark, that she could still rely on their shared history.

But her manipulations were transparent to him now.

“I’m sorry. It was me… I lost my mind…” Ashley had learned Damian’s true nature overseas.

He was not a man bound by gentle rules.

Before she could think further, Damian reached out and gripped her chin. The strong scent of tobacco clung to him, overwhelming her senses, and for a reason she couldn’t name, tears began to pool in her eyes.

A tear escaped down her cheek. His grip on her jaw hurt, her knees still pressed against the cold tile floor.

“Weren’t you desperate to become Mrs. Cross? Changed your mind?” he sneered.

Ashley heard nothing but cold mockery. The humiliation of being utterly exposed lay bare between them.

His methods over the past weeks had been relatively restrained–likely because Isabelle had been at his side, leaving him little time for Ashley.

Besides, Isabelle had already made her taste some bitterness.

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Chapter 364 Trapped by the Storm

She had naively hoped Damian might let her go.

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“What do you want from ne?” Ashley asked meekly, clinging to the faint hope that Some shred of Damian’s former regard might

remain.

Damian chuckled coldly, slowly released her, and leaned back against the sofa. The string of polished beads in his hand continued to turn between his fingers.

“Relax. I’m not in the business of taking lives this year.”

His casual indifference made the hair on Ashley’s neck stand up.

He glanced at Dylan, then stood, slipped on his loafers, and strolled out with an air of utter nonchalance.

Ashley collapsed onto the floor, all strength leaving her limbs.

“My apologies for the inconvenience, Ms. Debose.” Dylan gave her a polite, impassive nod.

Isabelle couldn’t remember when Damian had slipped away.

She only recalled his low, sleep–roughened voice near her ear. “Morning., Be good.”

She might have murmured something in response–or maybe not. Her memory was foggy.

As the lingering warmth against her faded, Damian’s presence vanished with it.

When Isabelle finally got up, Diana was already sitting in her sitting area, eating breakfast.

“Good grief, you’re up early,” Isabelle said, pausing in surprise,

Diana grinned. “Told you yesterday I’d go for a morning run. Just happened to bump into your husband on his way out, so I let myself in. Brought you some breakfast, too.”

“So this is your peace offering?” Isabelle eyed the spread on the table.

There was coffee, pastries, and some local griddle cakes she didn’t recognize.

Saved her a trip out, at least.

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Diana stifled a laugh and leaned in, whispering, “So, were you pleasantly surprised last night? If you weren’t pregnant, I doubt you’d be vertical this early.”

“Diana, since when did you become so brazen?”

Isabelle’s face grew warrn. Discussing this so openly was beyond bold–she felt thoroughly flustered.

“Come on, we’re adults. No need for shyness.” Diana smirked and gestured for her to go wash up.

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