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?"

heard it was pretty

on

jerked forward, screeching to

the gap, snapping him back to

of the brakes,

It was her fault.

had suffered so much, and she had completely

weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac,

I'll protect you for life. It's

for me. I'll

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

an hour later, the sound of

down, or should

"I'll come down."

out of bed, slid into her slippers, and

wasn't 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 pushed

and before Isaac could react, she

his arms around her waist, closing the

about

out, grabbing his shirt, her

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car, didn't seem

chest: "I just want to