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 you seriously

slammed on

car jerked forward, screeching to a

down the 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.

suffered so much, and she had completely

her feel for Isaac. If it weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac, she might not have felt any empathy at all. Isaac sensed her mood and reassured her: "It's

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

wait for me. I'll

against the headboard, tears rimming her eyes.

hour later, the sound of

to come down, or should I

"I'll come down."

bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly

a family on the rise, with its villa built in

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

waist, closing

upset about the

out, grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take off your

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car,

chest: "I