The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 693

Brittany felt a twinge of annoyance at the term “my wife,” but chose to remain silent.

Isaac, assuming she was just tired, drove her home in the upscale Radiant Residences.

Before she got out of the car, Isaac caught her hand. “We’re looking for a partner for the chemical plant project. Would you consider it?”

He and Wesley could take on the project themselves, but he wanted Brittany to have a part in it.

“No need.” Brittany unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and thanked him for the ride. She picked up her luggage and walked into Radiant Residences. She’d been exhausted all week, and after reaching home, all she wanted was a good rest.

Isaac watched her retreating figure, and after a while, he finally left.

For the next period of time, Brittany threw herself into preparing for the bid meeting.

Isaac was also visibly busy, leaving early and returning late. They lived under the same roof but rarely had the chance to see each other.

On the eve of the bid meeting.

Brittany locked herself in the study until late into the night.

When Isaac returned, it was already quite late.

heard that Brittany hadn’t rested yet, he paused, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm milk and pushed open

worked, she

clear and bright. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that gave her

to the desk and placed the milk

with her work,

up a chair and sat across from

Brittany finished reading through the proposal, she looked up to meet his dark eyes. Startled, she frowned. “When did you

realize how frightening it was to suddenly appear

milk. “It’s late. Have some warm milk and go

him. The most important thing at the time was the bid

Don’t worry about

forward, and took the papers from her, throwing them aside. He then pulled her up. “Your proposal

tried to

Isaac’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Brittany disliked him,

him off.

up the warm milk and drained it in one gulp.

as Brittany put down the cup and left the room.

picked up the cup, and his eyes focused on the spot where she had touched it. His fingers lightly traced it as though it still held her warmth.

Brittany tossed and turned, unable

eight o’clock in

meeting. Wesley,