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?"

licked her lips. "I heard it

on the

car jerked forward, screeching to

whipping through the gap, snapping him back to reality. "The

of the brakes, felt

It was her fault.

suffered so much, and she had completely forgotten

newfound feelings

I'll protect you for life. It's what I'm supposed to

wait for me. I'll be

unstable, leaned against the headboard, tears rimming her eyes. Both remained silent, only the howling

the sound of a

to come down, or should I

"I'll come down."

of bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly went

as the Lynette Mansion, but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa built in a showy

over, opened the car door, and before Isaac could react, she dove into his arms, inhaling

his arms around her waist, closing

about the

out, grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car, didn't seem

misunderstanding, Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I just want to see