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?"

lips. "I heard it was pretty bad.

on

car jerked forward, screeching to a

breeze whipping through the gap, snapping him back

hearing the sound of the brakes, felt

It was her fault.

much, and she

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

for life.

wait for me.

her eyes. Both remained silent, only the howling wind reaching their

later, the sound of a

down, or should I

"I'll come down."

slipped out of bed, slid into her slippers, and quietly

as 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

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

closing the car

about

grabbing his shirt, her eyes reddening: "Take

Isaac froze: "Now?"

in the car, didn't

Brittany lightly punched his chest: