The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 793

Stuffed and satisfied, Brittany followed Isaac upstairs with a mischievous grin, playfully addressing him. “Bro Isaac.”

Isaac paused in his stride. He closed the bedroom door, a fierce flame flickering in his eyes.

Brittany, oblivious to the imminent danger, chuckled cheekily. “Bro Isaac, do you not like me? You even rejected my application to work at your company.”

No sooner had her words fell.

Isaac swiftly lifted her onto the nearby vanity table, his large hands propped on either side. “Jealous?”

Brittany chuckled lightly. “Not at all.”

Jealousy was not it. It was just that hearing his name being called like that over and over gave her a headache.

Isaac seized her lips with his, his dominance overpowering. Brittany shivered, a faint blush creeping into her eyes.

“Joie once saved my life and also Grandma’s. I have to keep up appearances.”

Isaac knew Brittany’s character well. Joie’s constant meddling had worn out his patience.

However, Joie was Grace’s lifesaver, so he had to show her mercy.

Brittany’s lips were enticingly red, bringing an irresistible charm. She nestled against Isaac’s neck and muttered, “Bro Isaac, you’re right. I was being unreasonable.”

exactly who Joie was to him.

ago, she was too proud to contend with Joie, but now, she had to

Joie had saved

if Joie was exposed, she could still hold her ground in the

longer, his

utterly unaware of the impending danger, even

was forced

the old mansion. She had a

also started to give her the cold shoulder. She was looking at a minimum

to being adored, and now the whole industry was laughing at her. How was she supposed to cope? Having had a terrible night’s sleep, Joie was

was trying to please someone, she would humble herself. She went into the kitchen and prepared a thoughtful breakfast.

downstairs, thinking

kitchen, she

“You’re awake.”

a plate of scrambled eggs. “Ms. Dustin, please.”

me sister-in-law.” Brittany crossed her arms.

“You and Bro’Isaac aren’t married

made up. They were not

her voice. “Or else, I will not

Joie stiffened,

scrambled eggs into the trash bin

Grace was up