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?"

her lips. "I heard it

slammed on

car jerked forward, screeching to a

whipping through the gap, snapping him back to

the sound of the brakes, felt a pang of

It was her fault.

much, and she had completely

her feel for Isaac. If it weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac,

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

for me.

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

an hour later, the sound

come down,

"I'll come down."

slid into her slippers, and

the Lynette Mansion, but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa built in a showy manner. Brittany pushed open the heavy iron gate and spotted the black

before Isaac could react, she

closing the car door with his other

upset about the

his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take off your

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car,

his misunderstanding, Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I just