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

wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that gave her

to the desk and placed the

her work,

a chair and sat across

up to meet his dark eyes. Startled, she frowned. “When

it was to suddenly appear in the middle

been here for a while.” Isaac gestured towards the milk.

him. The most important thing at the

to bed. Don’t worry about me

her determination, leaned forward, and took the papers from her, throwing them aside. He then pulled her up. “Your proposal is already comprehensive. You’ve done a great job. Rest

tried to

I stay with you?” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Brittany disliked him, he decided to fight fire with

shook him off. “I get

milk and drained it in one

satisfaction flashed in Isaac’s eyes as Brittany put down the cup

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

tossed and turned, unable to sleep until

eight o’clock in the

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