Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 39

Isabelle had to admit that she liked it just now. But she didn't know why she pushed him away. It was confusing.

She remembered what Diana had said. "You mean you haven't done it again since the first night? Just go for it, girl! He looks like he knows exactly what he's doing..."

Her face felt instantly hot.

It was only much later, after they'd fallen completely in love, that Isabelle realized her friend had been right. He did know exactly what he was doing.

By day, he was gentle and steady. But at night, the wildness of him—the recklessness, the possessiveness—surfaced. He held nothing back, every part of him radiating a raw, thrilling intensity.

Damian slowly got up, turning away to refasten buttons that had somehow come completely undone.

"You..." she sat up, speaking cautiously. "I just need a little more time..."

Damian replied, "Okay."

Isabelle quickly pulled her disheveled top together, put her pants back on properly, and hurried into the bathroom.

What are you hesitating for with a guy that hot? He said it was his fault to save your pride, but you're the one who started it! He took the blame, and he's loaded and gorgeous. Why let him go? You're married, that stuff is gonna happen sooner or later anyway!

A wave of self-reassurance washed over her. At the very least, he wasn't as terrible as Gary!

Isabelle seemed to reach a decision. She unbuttoned the third button of her top, revealing her collarbone, and adjusted her clothes unnaturally. I'll just try!

But just as she was preparing herself, she felt a warm, untimely flow.

Seriously? My period now? This is the worst timing.

Feeling awkward, she walked out of the bathroom and turned on the bedroom light.

Damian was already in bed, but not asleep, just looking at his phone.

She opened the closet, searching for something, but couldn't find it.

"Looking for something?" Damian put his phone down.

Isabelle was embarrassed. She closed the closet door. "Aunt Flo is in town."

Damian asked, "Your aunt is visiting this late?"

Isabelle was speechless. Of course a clueless guy would say that.

After two seconds of silence, Damian understood. He got up quickly, as if realizing he'd forgotten something essential. "I'll go get her..." he paused, correcting himself. "I'll go buy what you need."

He threw on his coat and walked straight out, not even bothering to change.

He was back in under ten minutes.

Isabelle met him at the entryway. His face was flushed from the cold wind and snow, his breath visible in little puffs. Snowflakes clung to his hair, and his hands, holding a plastic bag, were stiff.

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