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.

certainly not in the mood for his

into his arms and staggering into the bedroom, powered by the

scent of whiskey, Brittany’s face flushed a deeper

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unable to break free.

onto the bed, his body looming over hers, his hot kisses

trailed

they stopped at her abdomen.

Brittany shivered violently.

gently covered her stomach, his bloodshot eyes searching hers, “Bri, does

not to continue what he’d started, but to show concern for her.

Tears welled

up

in her eyes.

to wake her in the middle of

her until the pain

hand tightly, Brittany choked out, Zakky, it doesn’t hurt

making her

I’m not in pain

heavy with grief. “But it hurts me,” he whispered.

he had been longing

couldn’t hold back her own tears as she clung to

his pain was

for

him, fearing his emotions were too raw.

she kissed his jawline and said, “Goodnight.”

a nightmare. Brittany \stayed by

Isaac was sober, he seldom revealed his true emotions, but after getting