The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1212

Chapter 1212

Isaac's touch grew softer, a smile in his voice, "I'll be happy with either a boy or a girl." As long as it's Brittany's.

Brittany clung to his neck while Isaac chuckled lowly, pulling her into a loving embrace.

By the end of their kiss, Brittany seemed to struggle for breath, her small hands pressing against his chest, gasping, "I can't."

Isaac gently pressed her lips, calming the rising storm of emotions, "Feeling sleepy?"

"No."

"Then stay with me a while longer, I just need to finish up some paperwork."

Being busy was one reason, but being around her, he always found himself wanting more, needing to cool off.

Worried Brittany might feel cold, Isaac turned up the heating and went back to fetch a lightweight blanket and some snacks to place on the table. Brittany leaned on the sofa, scrolling through her phone, keeping Isaac company as he worked.

When Nathan entered with some documents, he was met with this heartwarming scene that had been absent for far too long, his emotions stirred. "Mr. Salter, ma'am."

Brittany and Nathan exchanged greetings, "Should I leave?"

"No need."

Isaac signaled for Nathan to proceed, and Nathan, accustomed to their ways, proceeded without embarrassment.

her attention

left, closing the door behind him, he overheard the butler discussing last night's

been half a year since their last

Kari had said to him, only that

that their chapter had

...

woke up again,

only to wince at a sharp pain in

"You're awake."

who was working on his laptop by the window, closed his device and approached the bed, noticing Kari's grimace, "Does your waist hurt?" Kari glared at Ronald,

yet he had to

an hour, easing the soreness before helping her out of bed, "Hungry?

was indeed hungry,

get ready while I wash some fruit." Ronald settled her in the bathroom's comfortable chair, everything prepared for her convenience.

quickly freshened up

into the clothes

for her. They had

while, so this wasn't their first

first

in a lavish French style that spoke

layers

touch of grandeur.

custom-made sofa that was exceptionally soft and resilient. The house lacked servants,

area, Kari heard the

maintained an impressively fit physique even in his thirties, with strong, muscular