The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Brittany frowned, "Do you think I'm your maid?"

All the hugging was one thing, but taking orders was a step too far!

Isaac gently took her hand, placing it against his temples. "You did it once before, and you were really good at it."

A shiver ran down Brittany's spine.

When had she ever learned to give a massage?

Isaac's brows furrowed, clearly in a lot of discomfort.

Elijah wasn't much of a drinker, so most of the evening's indulgences fell to Isaac, who now felt his stomach cramping up in rebellion, the pain too sharp to ignore.

Brittany, looking at his pained expression, found her fingers moving almost on their own accord.

She had never learned massage techniques.

Yet, her hands seemed to know exactly what to do, easing his discomfort bit by bit.

His face gradually relaxed.

His breathing steadied.

For a moment, Brittany saw Isaac's face blend with the one in her memories, even though they didn't look alike.

cold elegance, every movement a study in

handsome, was a different kind of attractive like a beast clawing its way out of the depths, his presence was compelling, every inch of him radiated

an hour, her hands ached with the

her hands, gently caressing her fingertips, "Thank you, I feel

tried to pull

seizing the opportunity, wasn't

bothering you, has

realized he was the mysterious

he know about it and even

help you

you

thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How about

respond, Isaac had his phone out, dialing, "Come back, we're heading

later, Nathan returned to the car and drove straight to

"I don't remember agreeing

the weather, pleaded, "Ms. Lynette, be kind. I'm practically an invalid. How about making

her throat, her willingness to agree surprising

she couldn't cook to save

a moment, she stiffly said, "I've never cooked before, so you'll have to eat

his long lashes casting shadows that seemed to weave a

Brittany's first visit

felt strangely familiar yet

countless times before, yet Brittany was sure she had never been