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?"

licked her lips. "I heard it was

slammed on the

car jerked forward, screeching to a

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

the sound of the brakes, felt

It was her fault.

so much, and she had completely forgotten

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

you for life. It's what I'm

wait for me. I'll

rimming her eyes. Both remained silent,

the sound of a car parking

come down, or should I come

"I'll come down."

bed, slid into

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

react, she dove

his arms around her waist, closing

about the

shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take off

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car, didn't

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