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.

yet, he paused, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of

Brittany worked, she was particularly

makeup, and her face was natural. Her eyes were clear and bright. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that

to the desk and placed

with her work, didn’t notice his

and sat across from

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

frightening it was to

gestured towards the milk.

him. The most important thing at the time was

Don’t worry about

them aside. He then pulled her

to resist.

with you?” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Brittany disliked him,

shook him off.

picked up the warm milk and drained it in one gulp.

flashed in Isaac’s eyes as Brittany put

on the spot where she had touched it. His fingers

tossed and turned, unable to sleep

in the

the bid meeting. Wesley, due to other

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