Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 51

One of Damian's suit jackets cost more than she could ever afford...

So she had to settle for picking some free flowers.

Back at the hotel entrance, Isabelle hurriedly said her goodbyes, anxious to avoid running into Damian.

His possessiveness was on another level. If he got angry, she honestly wouldn't know how to handle it.

They didn't talk much more. Collin got that a girl had to be careful late at night, so he just drove off.

"Finally..." Isabelle watched his car disappear into the distance before she relaxed.

She adjusted the bundle of flowers in her arms, satisfied, and turned to go inside.

"Honey." Damian's voice came from the hotel entrance. She hadn't even noticed him standing there.

His eyes were deep, holding both a glimmer and a threat—like they could swallow someone whole in an instant.

She froze, her breath catching in her throat.

How should I answer? Honey?

"What are you doing down here?" she finally asked, dodging the greeting entirely.

"Came to get you." His gaze landed on the newspaper-wrapped bundle in her arms.

Isabelle knew exactly what that look meant. From the lobby all the way up to their room, she didn't say a word. She didn't know how to start.

Collin had just dropped her off, and Damian had probably kept something inside.

"The guy who just drove me," she began, standing in the entryway watching the man in front of her change his shoes. "I had dinner at his place. Diana and the others were there too. He's my old teacher's son. We went to the same schools from elementary through high school. He's always looked out for me. I've always just seen him as a brother. That's it."

She spilled everything in one go.

"Mm." Damian finished with his own shoes, then placed a pair of slippers in front of her. He knelt to help her out of her boots.

"I thought you were mad. Why aren't you saying anything?" Isabelle asked and lost in the moment, letting him help her.

Damian replied, "I'm not mad."

"Yeah, right. Who was it on the phone earlier calling me 'honey' and saying 'love you'? That's obviously..." Isabelle trailed off, clamping her mouth shut. Words like "jealous" didn't seem to fit their arrangement. She forced them back down.

Once her shoes were changed, he stood up.

Only then did Isabelle realize—she'd been rambling on and on while he was quietly changing her shoes!

She was stunned.

The air grew thick as he rose to his full height. At five-foot-six standing before someone who was six-foot-three, she felt like a kid, trapped in the entryway with nowhere to go.

"Stay away from other men," he said, his tone deceptively light but the unspoken weight behind it making it hard to breathe. "Or I don't mind making our little arrangement public."

Honestly, I'd rather he just yelled. This is worse.

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