The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 884

Isaac’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, the result of a one too many glasses of wine. that evening. “Why are you still up?” he slurred slightly as he stumbled through the door.

“I was waiting for you,” came the soft reply. Brittany supported Isaac as they made their way to the living room and then into the kitchen. In less than twenty minutes, she whipped up a bowl of hangover soup. It was a hearty broth filled with bits of bacon, a cracked egg, and some diced tomatoes a home remedy with a touch of flair.

“Here, have some,” she urged him gently.

–

Isaac was still on the mend from the injury, and the alcohol wasn’t doing him any favors. But there was no way to get out of tonight’s dinner party; it was an obligation he couldn’t avoid.

With a single, somewhat clumsy movement, he yanked off his tie, popping a couple of buttons off his shirt without a care.

“Feed me,” he demanded, leaning back with a lazy grin that replaced his usual sharp

composure.

Brittany chuckled, accommodating his request and spoon-fed him the savory soup.

Isaac managed to gulp down most of the bowl before stubbornly refusing any more. Recognizing his inability to consume more, Brittany didn’t insist.

“I heard from Daniel that Hana was transferred. Did you have something to do with it?” she asked, her curiosity evident.

Isaac furrowed his brow. “What’s it to me?”

Seems like she was overthinking it.

Helping Isaac to his feet, Brittany struggled under his tall frame, which suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

“Don’t lean on me so much,” she protested.

But Isaac, influenced by the alcohol, was less cooperative than usual. His hand gripped her with unexpected strength.

The sound of fabric tearing filled the room as Brittany’s shirt was ripped open.

Brittany gasped, not fully recovered herself, and certainly not in the mood for

in a sloppy kiss, lifting her into his arms and staggering into the bedroom, powered by the

whiskey, Brittany’s face

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Chapter 884

herself unable to

looming over hers, his hot kisses sporadically landing on her face and neck, murmuring a

trailed down.

they stopped at

Brittany shivered violently.

bloodshot eyes searching hers, “Bri, does it

suddenly realized his intention was not to continue what he’d started, but to

Tears welled

up

in her eyes.

was enough to wake her in the middle of

hold her until the pain

out, Zakky, it doesn’t

from Isaac’s eyes, splashing onto her skin, making her wince with a pain that wasn’t

I’m not in pain anymore.”

body heavy with grief. “But it hurts me,”

the child he had

own tears as she clung to his neck, her

was as real as hers.

for

him, fearing his emotions were

while, she kissed his jawline

a nightmare. Brittany \stayed by his side,

true emotions, but after