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 pretty bad. Were you seriously

on the

forward, screeching to a

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

the brakes, felt a

It was her fault.

had suffered so much, and

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

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

me. I'll be

feeling unstable, leaned against the headboard, tears rimming her eyes. Both remained

the sound of a

want to come down, or should I

"I'll come down."

of bed, slid into her

spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa built in a showy manner. Brittany

could react, she dove into his

his arms around her waist, closing the car door with his

about the

out, grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening:

Isaac froze: "Now?"

the car, didn't

Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I just want