Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 91

Even though they had announced their marriage, the lack of a wedding banquet or a formal family introduction led everyone to believe it was just an excuse to avoid social obligations.

Regina probably wished she could nail their marriage certificate to the front door.

Isabelle stole a glance at Damian's expression. Seeing nothing unusual, she logged into her alternate account on her laptop and sent him the design draft file.

A soft ping sounded from his desktop computer.

Damian clicked open the message. Seeing the file from "Muddlehead," he accepted it.

Damian sent, "Any chance I could buy you a meal?"

Muddlehead replied, "I don't have meals with married men. Thanks."

His brow furrowed slightly.

Damian sent, "Appreciate the hard work."

Muddlehead sent, "Mr. Cross asking me to dinner so late... aren't you afraid your wife will find out?"

Damian sent, "My wife is right beside me."

Isabelle chuckled softly to herself as she sketched, remembering Diana's joke about dating him online with a fake account.

But she didn't want to create problems for herself. Men really can't resist a test.

She shouldn't have gotten her hopes up too high before she was even that into him. Even though they were married, it was better to keep a little distance.

Save a bit of that passion for him, but save most of the love for myself. Can't make the same mistake again.

She logged out of the alternate account, lay down on the sofa, and continued working on her draft.

*****

Damian stood by the sofa, looking at her asleep. Her tablet screen had gone dark, the stylus had fallen aside, and strands of her blonde hair spilled over the sofa's edge.

He sat down slowly, causing the cushion to dip.

"Belie," he whispered.

"Hmm..."

She was a light sleeper. Unless she was drunk, a single call of her name was usually enough to rouse her.

Damian stroked her hair, then carefully gathered her into his arms.

Isabelle opened her eyes slightly and was met with a flawlessly handsome face. Her cheeks burned instantly.

His body was radiating heat, and she didn't dare move. With her ear pressed against his solid chest, she could hear the strong, steady beat of his heart.

He walked steadily, placing her on the bed with utmost care.

Isabelle squeezed her eyes shut, afraid he might want more.

We already went twice earlier... if it weren't for that international call and the documents he had to handle, he probably would have gone for a third round.

The lights went out. He didn't make any untoward moves.

But he took her hand, gently coaxing it to wrap around his dick.

Damian is impossible... I help him out and he turns around and teases me. Next time he has a pest to deal with, I'm just letting it rot.

He does all the work, so why do I always feel like the one who got run over first? Where does he get all that stamina?

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