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.

frowning, seemingly uncomfortable, and

he grabbed the back of her head, halting her retreat, and countered

emotion seemed to invade

lost control,

took a few ragged

he was

steps back, he tucked

his own toom Isaac leaned against the

voice echoed in his mind, urging him

they’d had

inexplicable desire for her. This was

was acutely aware more than anyone else, that emotions could drive even the

this way, especially

his hand, he began contemplating how to

at four

what had

continued to work on her designs, finally finishing them all

as she was out to start making breakfast, the door swung

sight of her up and about, the memory of last night flashing

“Good morning Zakky”

night, felt a pang of quilt: “What would you like