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?"

it was pretty bad. Were you seriously

on

forward,

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

of the brakes, felt a pang of guilt: "I'm

It was her fault.

and she had

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

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

me. I'll be

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

hour later, the sound of a car

down,

"I'll come down."

bed, slid into

the rise, with its villa built in

Isaac could react, she dove

waist, closing the car

upset about

grabbing his shirt, her eyes

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car, didn't seem

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