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

slammed on

jerked forward, screeching to

the gap, snapping him back to

the brakes,

It was her fault.

much, and

her feel for Isaac. If it weren't for her newfound feelings for Isaac, she

promise. I'll protect you for

for me. I'll

her eyes. Both

later, the sound

come down, or should I

"I'll come down."

slid into

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

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

his arms around her waist, closing the car door with his other hand: "What's

upset about

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

Isaac froze: "Now?"

car,

chest: "I

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