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

slammed on

jerked forward,

snapping him back to

the brakes, felt a pang of

It was her fault.

had suffered so much, and she had

her newfound feelings for Isaac, she might not have felt any empathy at all. Isaac sensed her

for life.

wait for me.

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

later, the sound of a

want to come down,

"I'll come down."

of bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly went

rise, with its villa built in a showy manner. Brittany pushed open the heavy iron gate and spotted

and before Isaac could react, she dove into his arms, inhaling

her waist, closing the car door with his

about the

grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take off

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car,

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