Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 98

Isabelle finished the glass of water on the table and reluctantly agreed.

Once in Collin's car, she fell asleep almost instantly.

Collin glanced at her occasionally, a faint smile on his lips.

Her face was flushed, and her breathing was a little rapid from discomfort, almost like she was...

He tightened his grip on the steering wheel, the veins on the back of his hands becoming more pronounced.

She got out of the car, but only took a couple of steps before huffing and puffing—sweat was already popping out on her forehead.

Could've been last night's rough sex, or maybe the sickness; either way, her legs were shaking too much to hold her up.

Seeing this, Collin scooped her up in his arms.

Isabelle said weakly, "Put me down..."

Collin said firmly, "Don't be stubborn, not in this state."

Isabelle still refused. "You could have just gotten a wheelchair."

Terrified of being seen by Damian's aunt, Lillian, Isabelle struggled as hard as she could. But sick as she was, she had barely any strength—and it didn't make a real impact.

Collin, who worked out regularly and was solidly built, paid her efforts no mind.

Isabelle gave up. Struggling more in public would only draw a bigger crowd. She quickly sent a message to Diana.

Diana was with Brian, arranging furniture for her new penthouse, when she saw the message.

Diana said, "Isabelle is sick at the hospital, and the guy who's had a crush on her for years is the one who took her there."

Brian sneered. "Better leave this to Mr. Cross. Good for him to learn a lesson, save him from texting me in the middle of the night asking what to do."

"You're right." Diana immediately called Damian.

"Where are you?" Diana asked.

"Ms. Williams, do you need something?" Damian replied.

"I'm asking what you're doing."

"Looking at an apartment."

"Looking at an apartment?" Diana was shocked. Since when did a top CEO need to look at apartments himself?

Before she could ask more, Aurora's syrupy sweet voice came through the phone. "Dami, let's take this one."

Diana put the call on speaker and pulled Brian over to listen.

"Mr. Cross, in a hurry? Looking at this apartment lying down or standing up?" Diana said with a light laugh.

On the other end, Damian frowned, glancing at the caller ID. "What's this about?"

"Nothing with me. Something with your wife. So you're looking at apartments with another girl?" Diana's tone was dripping with sarcasm.

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