Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 38

There were only two pillows on the bed—one under her head, the other clutched in her arms.

A low chuckle escaped him. He could have watched her sleep all night, but the persistent vibration of a phone broke the quiet.

It was hers, from an unknown number.

He picked it up just as the screen went dark, showing four missed calls from the same person.

He switched off the bedside lamp, leaving only the soft glow from the floor light, and took her phone out to the balcony.

It buzzed again. He answered.

"Isabelle, don't hang up!" It was Gary's voice.

Damian's lips curved into a faint, cold smile. He remained silent.

"Isabelle, you finally answered! I'm sorry—I was drunk that night! I didn't know what I was doing, and that was despicable! I've been punished enough already! Look, I'm done with Nicole, and I don't even care about you and Damian anymore. Just... please don't leave me?"

Gary's voice was pathetic, a mix of self-pity and desperation that was almost laughable.

He was probably still in the hospital; the faint sound of a nurse's question could be heard in the background. His voice trembled, suggesting he wasn't fully recovered.

"Mr. Peterson," Damian finally spoke.

Hearing a man's voice, Gary panicked. There was a rustling sound as if he'd jolted upright, followed by a sharp hiss of pain. "Who is this? Where's Isabelle? Why do you have her phone..."

"Mr. Peterson," Damian cut off the frantic questions.

Gary fell silent. The calm, steady tone on the other end was unsettling, intimidating even. It forced him to consciously steady his own breathing, to project some semblance of composure.

He never imagined a man whose mere voice could induce such a chill existed in Isabelle's life.

"She's tired. She just fell asleep." The implication of those few, simple words was a devastating blow.

"Who are you? What's your relationship? Isabelle would never let just anyone into her bedroom!"

"Gary! Are you on the phone with that wretched girl again..." Gary's mother's shrill voice, accompanied by the rapid click of high heels, pierced through from Gary's end.

"God! The wound split open... Doctor! Get the doctor!"

Chaos erupted on the other end of the line.

"Would you like to know, Mr. Peterson?" Damian replied coolly, turning and walking back into the bedroom.

"Shut up, all of you!" Gary's roar echoed, and the background noise cut off abruptly, leaving an eerie silence.

Damian placed the phone on the nightstand but didn't hang up.

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