Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 42

However, his eyes were full of affection, and the corners of his mouth held a smile.

"I heard Ms. Foster lived in Solvenia for a while. I was hoping she could show us around, but she said she was busy," came Harrison's voice.

"Ms. Foster has never been one to get too close to everyone," Tiana, who usually didn't say much, chimed in.

"It's her turf. Now that she's back, she's definitely catching up with old friends," Brian said with a light laugh.

"Speaking of which, Ms. Foster is so good-looking and capable... do you think she has a boyfriend?" Harrison probed.

Tiana and Brian fell silent.

"Brian, you and Ms. Foster were classmates. What do you think of me?" Harrison asked unexpectedly.

"I don't like men," Brian said.

Hanging around Damian had given Brian a bit of a dry sense of humor too.

Very few people knew about Isabelle and Gary. After all, they only met occasionally for meals. Calling them boyfriend and girlfriend was a stretch; most of the time, they were more like listeners for each other to unwind with.

Hearing Harrison's question, Isabelle, who was hiding close to Damian, couldn't help but clutch his clothes tighter.

"Hey! Look, doesn't that guy look like Mr. Cross?" Harrison had sharp eyes. There weren't many people at St. Lumina's Church, so they tended to look twice at anyone they saw.

Isabelle, frightened, shrank further against Damian.

Damian wrapped a large arm around her waist, pulling her into the shelter of his overcoat. With his other hand, he gently lifted her chin.

Before she could react, he bent down, enveloping her completely under his coat, and covered her lips with his own in a deep, warm kiss.

The only sounds in her ears were the soft whistle of the breeze and his heavy breathing.

Isabelle pushed against him, terrified someone passing by would see. In broad daylight, out in the open like this? It would be mortifying.

But the more she pushed, the tighter he held her. Her slender waist was pressed against the hard planes of his abdomen, her feet barely touching the ground, only her toes providing slight support.

She clutched the wool of his sweater desperately, her eyes squeezed shut, not daring to look at their surroundings or at him.

She patted his chest lightly, and in response, his kiss grew even more lingering. One hand cradled the back of her head, pulling her even closer.

He tasted clean, with a hint of sweetness. Isabelle melted. As her lips parted, a wave of warmth and sweetness swept in, and she couldn't suppress a soft moan. She felt utterly lost, mesmerized, swept up in a feeling of weightless ecstasy.

"Those are just a couple making out. What are the odds Mr. Cross would be doing something like that out here for you to see? What a creep!" Brian joked, pulling Harrison away by the arm. His eyes unconsciously flicked towards the rock formation.

He paused for a split second. Crap. If they heard that, my bonus is toast. Hah, creep.

"It really looks like him! Take a look..." Harrison kept babbling on.

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