Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 85

Her dazed eyes, slightly upturned at the corners, held a thoroughly intoxicated allure.

Even he felt as if some primal part of him had taken over. He had always considered his self-control to be formidable.

Yet around her, it dissolved into nothing.

"Sweetheart, don't fall asleep on me halfway through..."

"Won't sleep..."

In her hazy state, she mumbled a response, the alcohol still clouding her senses.

She ended up falling asleep in the car on the way home.

*****

Damian stood by the bed, hands resting on his hips, looking down at Isabelle sprawled across it, deeply unconscious.

He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

"Little troublemaker..."

*****

The next morning, Isabelle pushed herself up, one hand rubbing her stiff neck, her head throbbing.

Her neck ached as if she'd slept in an awkward position—it was difficult to turn.

The corners of her lips felt tender, even her tongue tingled slightly.

Then, the memories of the previous night rushed back.

Every vivid detail replayed in her mind.

Damn it!

She swore under her breath, covering her face with her hands.

Damian must think she was completely shameless!

What kind of woman says things like that?

She checked herself over. Nothing seemed amiss. Last night... they probably hadn't actually crossed that line, right?

She glanced around the room.

He wasn't there.

Listening carefully, there was no sound from the study either.

She noticed her phone charging on the nightstand, next to a glass of lemon-honey water.

She unplugged the phone—now fully charged—and picked up the glass, taking a sip as she checked her messages.

There was one from Damian.

"Good morning, Isabelle. Had to go to the office early. I arranged for you to have the day off. Don't forget to drink the honey water.

"The executive floor is being deep-cleaned. We're staying at the villa tonight."

He was coming back to stay?

He was coming back to stay!

Isabelle paused, the glass halfway to her lips.

Her mind replayed his low words from the night before. "I love it when you wrap your legs around me in bed and call me 'Honey'."

She touched her lips. They still felt slightly swollen.

Last night's kiss had been... intense.

Damn it, I never should have said those things to Daisy.

And he had heard every word.

What was she supposed to do now?

She set her phone down, cradled the glass with both hands, and drank the rest of the water.

*****

"Mr. Cross, about the executive floor..."

The executive level already had new workstations, and the intensive cleaning had been completed.

But he still had the crew move all the computers and lounge furniture down to the conference room on the 29th floor.

Brian didn't understand. The issue was resolved, yet Damian insisted on relocating everything.

"Don't you have work to do?" Damian said, not looking up from his desk.

"Huh?"

"Get out."

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