The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The more she interacted with Caspian, the more familiar he seemed to Brittany. It was as though deep marks had been etched into their lives, binding them together before they even realized it. Isaac set his spoon down, his gaze profound and shadowed. "Yes."

Brittany clutched his sleeve, a hint of desperation in her voice. "Then what are we to each other?"

"What do you think?"

Isaac glanced around. "Don't you feel that this house, its decoration, or even the style, seems familiar?"

Brittany swallowed hard, struggling for words. "I...I do."

It was odd. Despite her scarce interactions with Caspian, seeing him always gave her the impression he was the one she had been searching for.

She licked her lips, tentatively asking, "Are we... lovers?"

Isaac remained silent.

"Married?"

"But, I've seen pictures, you're not Isaac-"

Brittany faltered.

Isaac opened his mouth to respond when suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted her train of thought.

Isaac swiftly got up, pressing his hand against the back of his hand, and pulled out the IV needle, closing the door firmly. "If I don't permit you to leave, you stay put." Realizing the gravity of the situation, Brittany nodded in understanding.

door to

Salter, what seems to

his movement to remove the needle was brisk, causing blood to

his words. "Mr. Ulbricht suggests you rest

leave, Brittany

a throbbing pain in her head, yet she

her change in complexion, Isaac quickly

"My head hurts."

gently picked her up, placing her back on the bed, massaging her temples.

me think of the past..." Brittany's

thinking about

her. "It's

the headboard, trying to calm herself, then after a while, she grabbed Isaac's hand. "You haven't answered my question." She needed

"If you want answers, you'll have

her fingers

closely, realizing it was a

"You-"

the weight of his body

in

"But my wife seems to have forgotten me,

Brittany trembled. "You're Isaac?"