The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 870

Halfway through the meal, the server brought over a trio of desserts.

“Excuse me, I don’t think we ordered these.”

Daniel, just like Isaac, also had quite the sweet tooth. His love for sweets had led to cavities and some painful dentist visits not so long ago.

Brittany had gone out of her way to help him kick the habit.

“They’re from that lady over by the window,” the server explained, pointing discreetly.

“Ms. Hana,” Daniel’s eyes lit up with recognition as he spotted Hana, unable to hide his. surprise.

This was the second time Brittany had heard Daniel mention that name.

“Thank you,” Brittany dismissed the server and turned to Daniel. “This Ms. Hana, is she new around here?”

“No, she’s been at the school for a while.”

Brittany recalled that Daniel’s previous teacher wasn’t Hana.

“But Ms. Hana is a recent transfer.’

Brittany couldn’t shake the feeling that she was overthinking things.

it wasn’t uncommon for teachers to treat their students to a little something sweet. That

the cash register to settle the bill and bumped

Salter, Ms. Dustin, good evening,” Hana greeted them with a demure charm

delicate

called out,

cool towards the opposite sex, gave a

Hana, thank you for the desserts earlier.”

the liberty of ordering. I hope you and Mr. Salter

avoiding her gaze. He had a notorious weakness

been so restless on his sugar-free days that even Brittany couldn’t console him. Just when she thought he’d

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with sugar.

Hana, I appreciate the gesture. To thank you for looking after him,

Brittany swiped her card and left. Daniel realized he was in trouble and followed

by Brittany’s strictness. What harm was there in a child enjoying a sweet treat? No wonder Mr. Salter and she

at home, Brittany went about her evening routine, while

you

replied with a classic line, “Of course not, why would

it was just like the TV

mix of guilt and