Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 58

"Ms. Foster, didn't sleep well last night?" Damian asked, his gaze fixed on her puffy, swollen eyelids.

He had been radio silent all day, and his first words were a dig.

"Morning, I guess..." Brian mumbled from the side.

Eleanor, who was walking over, saw the two imposing figures next to Isabelle and looked terrified. She frantically pointed to a spot farther away, signaling for Isabelle to escape.

Isabelle wasn't surprised that Damian and Brian were sitting together. They had just returned from Solvenia and probably had other matters to discuss.

Damian said, "We'll be working overtime on year-end tasks these next few days. Don't expect to leave on time."

It was unclear if this was meant for Isabelle or Brian, but they both understood.

Brian quickly shoveled a few more bites of food into his mouth and made a hasty escape.

Isabelle didn't dare bring up last night. To her, it felt like a shameful memory.

"There was an urgent company matter last night, so I had to go out," Damian said, pausing with his utensils. "I probably won't be home for the next few days."

"Okay," Isabelle replied, pressing her lips together.

Is he... checking in with me?

A silence hung between them.

"Take your time, Mr. Cross. I'm finished, I'll head out first." She didn't know why she felt so flustered, but she hurriedly left the table. She had barely eaten anything.

Damian acknowledged her with a hum and continued eating, distracted.

*****

For over a week, Damian didn't return to the villa. Isabelle didn't know if he was avoiding her. She rarely saw him at the office either.

Over the weekend, Isabelle went to Theodore's tailoring shop.

She walked inside and saw Theodore. She was dressed casually that day, her hair tied up loosely.

Theodore, focused on his work, turned his head. It took him a few seconds to recognize her.

"Isabelle?!"

"Theodore!"

Isabelle stood beside him with a bright smile.

Theodore looked around but didn't see Damian. "Where is he?"

"Year-end. He's swamped," Isabelle said, picking up a measuring tape from his workbench.

Do young people these days play that rough?!

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