The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 693

Brittany felt a twinge of annoyance at the term “my wife,” but chose to remain silent.

Isaac, assuming she was just tired, drove her home in the upscale Radiant Residences.

Before she got out of the car, Isaac caught her hand. “We’re looking for a partner for the chemical plant project. Would you consider it?”

He and Wesley could take on the project themselves, but he wanted Brittany to have a part in it.

“No need.” Brittany unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and thanked him for the ride. She picked up her luggage and walked into Radiant Residences. She’d been exhausted all week, and after reaching home, all she wanted was a good rest.

Isaac watched her retreating figure, and after a while, he finally left.

For the next period of time, Brittany threw herself into preparing for the bid meeting.

Isaac was also visibly busy, leaving early and returning late. They lived under the same roof but rarely had the chance to see each other.

On the eve of the bid meeting.

Brittany locked herself in the study until late into the night.

When Isaac returned, it was already quite late.

When he heard that Brittany hadn’t rested yet, he paused, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm milk and pushed open the door to the study.

Brittany worked, she was particularly

were clear and bright. She wore a pair of

over to the desk and placed the

work, didn’t notice

a chair and sat across

looked up to meet his dark eyes. Startled, she frowned. “When did you get here?”

it was to suddenly appear in

milk. “It’s late. Have some warm milk and

argue with him. The most important

Don’t worry about me

throwing them aside. He then pulled her up. “Your proposal is already comprehensive. You’ve done a great job. Rest early and

tried to

you won’t sleep, should I stay with you?” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Brittany disliked him, he decided to

off. “I get

the warm milk and drained

as Brittany put down the

and his eyes focused on the spot where she had touched it. His fingers lightly traced it as though it still

the bid meeting imminent, Brittany tossed and turned, unable to sleep until

eight o’clock in the morning.

bid meeting. Wesley, due to other commitments, was unable to