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 was pretty bad. Were

on

car jerked forward,

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

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

It was her fault.

had suffered so much, and she had completely forgotten

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

protect you for life. It's what

wait for me. I'll

rimming her eyes. Both remained silent, only the

an hour later, the sound of a

you want to come down, or

"I'll come down."

of bed, slid into her slippers,

as grand as the Lynette Mansion, but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its villa built in a showy manner. Brittany

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

closing the car door with

upset about

out, grabbing his shirt, her

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car, didn't

Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I