The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

No answer.

Isaac stopped trying to call. He changed into a set of casual black clothes and left.

He drove to the Lynette Mansion, only to find Brittany's room dark.

After some thought, he dialed Brittany's number again.

This time, someone picked up: "Caspian."

With a tone full of irony.

Isaac leaned back into the leather seat, his voice lazy: "I'm downstairs, come out."

"I'm not at the Lynette family."

Brittany snorted softly.

"Then where are you?"

"Derek's in Craneville. I'm at the Bishop family," Brittany answered truthfully. "I have a question for you."

Isaac, with one hand on the steering wheel, turned the car around, heading straight for the Bishop family. "Shoot."

"Was your car accident because of me?"

"I heard it was

slammed on

forward, screeching to

down the window, the autumn breeze whipping through the gap, snapping him back to reality. "The accident's in the

hearing the sound of the brakes, felt a pang

It was her fault.

suffered so much, and she

Katelin, made her feel for Isaac. If it weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac, she might not have felt

made a promise. I'll protect you for life. It's

me. I'll be

the headboard, tears rimming her eyes. Both remained silent, only

the sound of a car

to come down,

"I'll come down."

slipped out of bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly

Bishop family's home wasn't as grand as the Lynette Mansion, but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa

hurried over, opened the car door, and before Isaac could react, she dove

wrapped his arms around her waist, closing the car door with his other hand: "What's

upset about

shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car, didn't

his chest: