Fated Marriage Spoiled by My Ice Billionaire novel Chapter 71

She had slept soundly through the night and woke feeling refreshed and in bright spirits.

After changing into her athletic wear, she headed downstairs for a quick bite.

When she opened the refrigerator, she was momentarily stunned.

Inside, neatly arranged, were several clear meal-prep containers, each thoughtfully labeled in precise handwriting.

Breakfast items, prepared proteins, pre-portioned seasonings—everything was organized.

The handwriting was unmistakably Damian's.

Had he done all this yesterday while she was dozing on the couch in the afternoon?

She pulled out the container labeled "Breakfast", which had individual compartments inside—golden hash brown patties, cheesy egg frittata bites, soft cinnamon rolls, and open-faced smoked salmon bagel toasts.

Everything was laid out perfectly.

He really is the type to act, not just talk. She thought, a soft smile touching her lips.

She took out the hash browns and placed them in the oven.

"Buzz—"

Her phone vibrated with a call from Brian.

"Brian, what's up?"

"Your highness, come outside. I'm at your front gate."

She ended the call.

Shouldn't he be enjoying his time off right now?

She turned off the stove and hurried to the front door.

There was Brian, leaning against a sleek white sedan, notable dark circles under his eyes.

"Your car awaits, Isabelle." He gave a half-bow, extending his right hand in a mock-gallant gesture.

Dangling from his index finger was a key fob with the BMW logo.

Isabelle paused, walking a slow circle around the car.

"This car..."

"Consider it your ride from now on, your highness." Brian tossed the key to her.

Isabelle caught it deftly, holding it carefully. This model had to start in a million dollars!

"I only asked him if I could borrow a regular car to get around in, but he..."

"This is the most 'regular' one in the lineup he was okay with. He wasn't satisfied with the first few options. I spent half the night going over specs, and only after a lot of persuasion did he settle on this one. Look at me!" He pointed emphatically at the shadows under his eyes, clear evidence of a lost night's sleep.

"Is it new?"

"Fresh off the lot."

"The sheer casualness of the wealthy."

"Hah, you're living the dream, and I have to go back to the grindstone."

"I thought you were on leave? Is he really that demanding, calling you back already?" Isabelle raised an eyebrow.

"It's all because of you." Brian opened the driver's door, gesturing for her to look inside.

"What does that have to do with me?"

Isabelle slid into the driver's seat while Brian took the passenger side.

Her eyes immediately landed on a small, fresh bouquet of tulips in the center console cup holder and a tulip-scented car freshener hanging from the rearview mirror.

"Last year, Mr. Cross took a grand total of two personal days. This year, he's pushed a mountain of work forward, forcing the rest of us into overtime so he can free up a bigger block around the holidays."

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify