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.

not fully recovered herself, and certainly not

arms and

by the scent of whiskey, Brittany’s face flushed a

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unable

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

trailed

they stopped at

Brittany shivered violently.

her stomach, his bloodshot eyes searching

was not to continue what he’d started,

Tears welled

up

in her eyes.

enough to wake her in the

until the pain subsided with

out, Zakky, it doesn’t

skin, making

okay, I’m not in

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

he had been

as she clung to his neck,

was as real as hers.

didn’t speak for a long time.

consoled him, fearing his emotions were

kissed his jawline and said, “Goodnight.”

the night, seemingly caught in a nightmare.

seldom revealed his true emotions, but after getting drunk, he showed more genuine