The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 27

faint hint of fragrance about her.

Her room, a place he seldom ventured into, was now Brittany’s domain

The once–cold room was now brimming with the charming essence of femininity, filled with her personal belongings even a massive pale pink body pillow on the bed.

He peeled back the covers and gently laid Brittany down.

Her skin was smooth as silk. As he released his hold, she clung tightly to his hand, her lips faintly moving as if to say something

Frowning tightly, he leaned in closer to hear what she was murmuring, but to his surprise, as she shifted her position, their lips accidentally met.

In that moment, a wave of intense emotion surged through him,

Isaac’s eyes widened. He’d had physical contact with Brittany before.

But back then, they were both unconscion

He’d never kissed Brittany and had never even thought about it.

Yet here it was a touch as light as a cherry blossom, a kis devoid of passion that still managed to leave a profound impression on his heart.

Lowering his gaze, he looked at the woman before him.

seemingly uncomfortable, and attempting to

and without giving it a second thought, he grabbed the back of her head, halting her retreat, and countered with

seemed to

his senses, reaking he’d lost control, her cheeks were flushed and her brows furrowed

hold he took a

at the sleeping Brittany he was filled

he tucked

against the dont

mind,

had physical contact

inexplicable desire for her. This was

more than anyone else, that emotions could drive even the most rational person to

be feeling this way, especially

hand, he began contemplating how to handle

up at four in

oblivious to what

her designs, finally finishing them all by

start making breakfast, the

appeared, his expression turning colder at the sight of her up and about, the memory of last night flashing

“Good morning Zakky”

fallen asleep without having dinner the previous night, felt a pang of quilt: “What would