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.

worked, she

clear and bright. She wore a pair

walked over to the desk

busy with her work, didn’t notice his arrival.

across from her, staring at her intently.

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

he not realize how frightening it was to

been here for a while.” Isaac gestured towards the milk. “It’s late. Have some warm milk

with him. The most important thing at the time was

to bed. Don’t worry

took the papers from her, throwing them aside. He then pulled her up. “Your proposal is already

to

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

shook him off.

warm milk and

in Isaac’s eyes as Brittany put down

she had touched it. His fingers lightly traced it as though it still held

the bid meeting imminent, Brittany tossed and turned,

in the morning.

time at the bid meeting. Wesley, due