Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 64

A good while later, she finally paused and asked, "He... still isn't back?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth than a plate with a sandwich was slid onto the counter in front of her.

A wave of warmth, carrying the faint, clean scent of sandalwood, washed over her.

"Who hasn't come back?" Damian's lips curved into a slight smile.

Just as Brian had said, she was missing him.

It seemed she did harbor a bit of a crush.

Isabelle turned her head and saw Damian leaning casually against the kitchen island beside her.

He was dressed in simple, dark loungewear, the black fabric emphasizing his tall, lean frame. His striking features were enough to make anyone's heart skip a beat.

He stood by the marble countertop, just half an arm's length away, his intense gaze fixed intently on her.

Her heart gave a nervous flutter. A tiny spark inside her seemed to catch, glowing warmer and warmer.

A blush crept from her earlobes all the way to her cheeks.

Her grip tightened on the glass she was holding.

A bad feeling settled in her stomach. "Did you bring me home last night?"

"Yes." He placed his palms flat on the marble, watching her with a serious expression.

"Did you... change my clothes?"

"Yes."

She felt too embarrassed to look directly at him, torn between wanting to flee and being rooted to the spot.

Biting her lip, she forced out the next question. "Did we..."

She trailed off, unable to finish.

"Are you asking if we had sex?"

The blush burned its way to the very roots of her hair.

He leaned in slowly, close to her ear, his voice dropping to a low, slightly rough murmur. "So, were you hoping we did, or hoping we didn't?" His warm breath brushed against her skin.

Isabelle reached out, pressing her hand over his mouth to stop the words and pushing him back gently. "I don't know..."

Oh no. Even the brief touch of his lips against her palm felt startlingly warm and intimate.

He chuckled softly, took her hand, and pressed a light kiss to its back. "Relax. I wouldn't take advantage of you like that."

A tingle shot from the back of her hand up her arm, and she quickly pulled it back. A flicker of disappointment surfaced, which she immediately tried to smother.

What made her even more self-conscious now was her outfit—a simple black silk camisole with a built-in shelf bra. The delicate fabric draped softly, hinting at the slender curves beneath.

He certainly knew how to pick sleepwear.

Even though it covered more than the dress from that night, it felt just as revealing under his gaze.

The look was soft, innocent, yet undeniably alluring—and it coordinated perfectly with his own black loungewear.

Damian caught her sideways glance and let out another soft laugh. He turned his attention away, giving her some space. "Susie took the week off. The fridge is looking pretty bare. We should go to the supermarket together later."

"Okay." She nibbled on her sandwich, managing to squeeze out that single, non-committal word.

Seeking an escape from the awkwardness, she picked up her phone, pretending to be engrossed. A message from Brian, sent late last night, caught her eye.

"Calling Mr. Cross to rip him a new one—you're the first."

Help... What kind of help can I possibly offer? She didn't come from a powerful family with connections.

The gesture felt so natural, so domestic, it was as if they had been living together for years.

Yet even this simple act made her heart beat a little faster.

"Thank you."

"Mhm."

"Oh, my necklace..." Her hand flew to her bare neck. Theodore had given it to her—she couldn't afford to lose it.

"It's in the nightstand drawer."

"Okay." Isabelle nodded and hurried upstairs to change.

She didn't think she could stay in such close quarters with him for another minute.

She pulled open the top drawer of the nightstand.

She instantly slammed it shut, her eyes wide with shock.

"Thud!"

A furious, scorching blush instantly flooded her cheeks. Her entire body felt like it was on fire.

A fine sweat broke out on her skin, despite the winter chill outside.

When had he bought those? Ultra-thin. The drawer was half full. What was he planning? There were so many... It looked like a supply for a small army.

He had already gotten them... so why had he turned her down?

Her face burned hotter than if she'd just eaten a whole chili pepper.

Swallowing hard, her heart still pounding, she cautiously reached for the second drawer.