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

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 dominance. Brittany couldn't help but chuckle at the thought. How could they ever be

her hands

sensing her fatigue, held her hands, gently caressing

pull

seizing the opportunity, wasn't ready

been bothering you, has

the mysterious helper. "Did you find those

about it and even go as

else would help you but

paused, "Thank you

won't you thank me properly?" Isaac suddenly said, "How about making

could respond, Isaac had his phone out,

later, Nathan returned to the car and

don't

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

stuck in her throat, her

she couldn't cook

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

by her presence, closed his eyes, his long lashes casting

Brittany's first visit to

the door, everything felt

seen it countless times before, yet