Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 14

"Yep." Damian nodded.

Isabelle rubbed her temples. "A new door costs three thousand dollars. A locksmith costs thirty. Did your brain get crushed by a door or something?"

Looking at the pathetically small pile of belongings, her headache got worse. Moving wasn't simple, and finding a decent place would be even harder.

"I only knew you were about to die," Damian said, crossing one leg over the other. "When's your lease up?"

Gary must have desensitized her to gross comments, because Damian's bluntness barely fazed her now.

"Before next Wednesday."

Gary was the clingy, stalker type. If she didn't move, he'd keep showing up at her door even after getting engaged.

"The door's already off. Why not just move tonight?" he said.

"Move where?" Isabelle grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and tossed it to him. He caught it easily.

"Move in with me," Damian suggested.

Isabelle froze, and his words echoed in her head on repeat. The door was already off. Why not just move tonight? Move in with him.

Something stirred in her chest, but she crushed the feeling before it could take root.

"Damian, give me a break. Just go already. You've got tons of rich, well-bred women lining up for you. I'm just some random employee. Any one of them would be better than me..."

Before she could finish, Damian cut her off with one sentence, "Yeah, but not every woman gets to sleep with me."

Oh my God. So the iceberg was actually a virgin.

No wonder he'd asked on day one if she wanted to try being his wife. He was old-fashioned.

Heat flooded Isabelle's face instantly, and she frantically unscrewed the water bottle and started chugging.

"Be careful tonight, and call me if anything happens." Damian stood up and navigated his way through the cluttered apartment toward the door.

"Damian." She called out to stop him as he walked past.

Damian stopped in his tracks, and he seemed to wait for her to say something, but all Isabelle managed was, "Thank you."

He didn't make a sound or change his expression. He just walked out.

He'd lost count of how many times Isabelle had called him by his first name—no formality, no distance, like they were old friends who'd known each other for years.

Isabelle watched his retreating figure and then looked at the door.

Her broken family and her terrible taste in men had planted one solid thought in her mind—marriage wasn't for her. If someone else had been with him that night, he would've asked them the same questions.

So this wasn't about her. It was about what happened.

She booked herself a hotel room and contacted her landlord to get someone over to fix the door.

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