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.

she was particularly focused.

removed her makeup, and her face was natural. Her eyes were clear and bright. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that gave her an air of innocence compared to

desk and placed

with her work,

across

she looked up to meet his dark eyes. Startled, she

how frightening it was to suddenly appear in the middle of the

gestured towards the milk. “It’s late. Have some warm milk and

be bothered to argue with him. The most important thing

bed. Don’t worry about

her up. “Your

tried to resist.

should I stay with you?” Isaac’s eyes narrowed, knowing that Brittany disliked him,

off. “I get

picked up the warm milk and drained

Brittany put down the cup and left the room.

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

the bid meeting imminent, Brittany tossed and turned,

o’clock in the morning.

the bid meeting. Wesley, due to other