Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 94

When Damian got angry, his friends knew better than to say a word.

Aurora took a shaky sip of her water, then followed him out.

Damian walked into an empty private room, and Aurora hurried in behind him.

The moment she entered, he closed the door. "What did you say to her?" he demanded, his eyes sharp and accusatory.

"I didn't say much..."

"Tell me."

Aurora clenched the hem of her shirt, took a breath, and said, "Dami, you never used to be harsh with me. You promised to look after me forever. How could you bring another woman home? And a kept woman at that. If you want a woman, I can be that for you. I don't need a title, I don't need anything."

"Finished?" His hands were in his pockets, his eyes deep.

Aurora didn't dare say a word.

"Isabelle isn't a kept woman. She's my legally wedded wife. I don't know what I did to give you the wrong idea, but I have no feelings for you. Back then, I let you stay with me because of your health, to help you forget the bad things. Now that your life is on track, you need to focus on living it well."

"No, Dami. If you don't like me, why do you send me so much money every month? Why arrange for people to look after me?" Aurora took a step closer, reaching for his hand.

Damian was faster, shifting aside. "Because of your brother." His bluntness made her freeze.

Years ago, during a joint mission, her brother had died saving several members of their team, leaving her behind before she'd even graduated.

His comrades took on the responsibility of caring for her, a final promise to a fallen brother. Since Damian was the only one injured and medically discharged at the time, while the others were still active duty, the task naturally fell to him.

"My wife and I haven't gone public yet. I don't want you causing trouble for her. If you do, we won't need to see each other again." He looked at the crying Aurora, pulled a tissue from a nearby box, and handed it to her.

"I understand, Dami," Aurora said, taking the tissue as tears silently fell.

He didn't linger. He walked out, running into Alaric in the hall.

"How'd it go?" Alaric asked.

"She has feelings for me. You handle it," Damian said, plucking the cigarette from Alaric's lips and putting it between his own.

Alaric, understanding the situation, lit it for him and then went into the private room Damian had just left.

Damian walked to a deserted stretch of hallway, took a deep drag, and exhaled a slow, lazy smoke ring. He pulled out his phone. Isabelle had finally replied.

Isabelle sent, "No."

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