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

on the

jerked forward,

autumn breeze whipping through the gap, snapping

the brakes,

It was her fault.

suffered so much, and

recounted by Katelin, made 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:

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

me. I'll be

unstable, leaned against the headboard, tears rimming her eyes.

hour later, the sound of a

down, or

"I'll come down."

out of bed, slid into her

but it still spoke of a family on the rise, with its

react, she dove into his arms,

instinctively wrapped his arms around her waist, closing the car door with his

upset about

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

Isaac froze: "Now?"

the car,

misunderstanding, Brittany lightly punched his chest: "I just