The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 315

After catching a whiff of her couldn’t help but drawinter 10 h. His hand gripped right belehe planted her lips.

Ever since Brittany’s failure, he had been able to share an i-limate mamani with her

Lately, he had been up to his wars dealing with Joan’s issues and nod ng Traps set by Manuel Sater. He’d only siert seven hours in three days. He was beat.

He finally had a moment to himself, but when he heard Lionel was around he rushed over, wamed Brittany would be taken away.

Aher seeing that Brittery was still there, hanc breathed a sigh of rela

kisses became gentle, and were led with love. Bittany wrapped her arms around his neck, accidentally tugging at her wound. She let out a small moan of can

“What’s up

I immediately checked her wound Brittany shook her head Tmckay Just moved the wound at Hing

less felt pang of regret. The soup on the bedu de table el pone cold giving off a pungent small. Brittany worked her nose at the small, feeling like the was about to mow up, but nothing came u “Tin, are you u”

I quickly helped her up putting her back gently with his large hand

Bemary pointed at the top. Isaac immediately dumped it in the trash and cleaned up then poused her a glassola

Have some water?

Entry feeling all took a smals of water took her grength to suppress the urge to somit and then the slowly leaseback haac feli temible as he watched her feel so uncomfomare. Im sorry Horgot fish souphas a fishy smel’

blame yourself. I

to his

you much attestar Are

just womed that

she looked at the fatigue in his eyes.

in the past three

hours of sleep? Dont

climbed into bed pulled him hisms, and getykissed her earlobe. So, I want to west now well you keep me company? I’m

a show of being

uncomfortable sloping he You should go home and rest this

to be

budge. His handliımly holding hers, his breath

echausted, Bettany didn’t have the heart to send him away, so she closed eyes

pretending, but band’s scent was so comforting that she

she was truly adeep,

so easy

avoiding her wound, he wrapped his arm as sund her waist and

inwas quinty

soundly her small hand gripping his shirt, just as she always did, sweet and

clothes and left

had been waiting for

placated Jason and found traces of a fight at the warehouse. We might be able to control the

“You done well”

sat in the back seat, rúbbing|