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

slammed on

car jerked forward,

the gap, snapping him back to

the sound of the brakes, felt a pang of

It was her fault.

suffered so much, and she

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

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

wait for me. I'll be there

feeling unstable, leaned against the headboard, tears rimming her eyes. Both remained silent, only the

the sound of a car

down, or

"I'll come down."

bed, slid into her slippers,

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

could react, she dove into his arms, inhaling

her waist, closing the car door with his other

upset about the

his shirt, her

Isaac froze: "Now?"

the car, didn't

misunderstanding, Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I just