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

slammed on

jerked forward, screeching

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

the sound of the brakes, felt a pang

It was her fault.

suffered so much, and she had completely

events, as recounted by Katelin, made her feel for Isaac. If it weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac,

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

for me. I'll

tears rimming her eyes. Both remained

the sound of a car

want to come down, or should I come

"I'll come down."

bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly went

of a family on the 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

wrapped his arms around her waist, closing the

upset about

her eyes reddening: "Take off your clothes

Isaac froze: "Now?"

the car, didn't seem

lightly punched his chest: "I just want to