The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 831

Stepping out of the estate, the metaphorical boulder weighing on Brittany’s chest seemed to shift, allowing her to breathe a little easier.

“Bri…” Isaac hastened forward, his hand clasping her wrist securely. “Wait for me.”

Aware of the many quests milling around, Brittany tempered her irritation with patience. “What is it?”

“Did you orchestrate tonight’s debacle?”

Recognizing the futility in denial, she countered, “Are you meddling in Leda’s affairs now, too?”

Isaac knew she harbored resentment. His lips formed a thin line as he ushered her into the car, leaning over to fasten her seat belt. “That’s not what I’m doing. Leda’s not someone you cross without consequences. I’m just worried you’ll end up in her crosshairs.”

Brittany’s face twisted into a sardonic grin. “I was already in her crosshairs five years ago.”

Unable to bear her barbed words yet unwilling to argue and further strain their already taut relationship, Isaac simply suggested, “Let’s go home and talk.”

Brittany neither agreed nor disagreed.

Back at home, Isaac rolled up his sleeves and ventured into the kitchen, preparing a bowl of spaghetti.

Brittany, putting aside her grudges for once, indulged in the meal and didn’t resist when Isaac drew near.

emotions swelling like the tide. But just as they

We should

up with a glint in

with unfulfilled desire, Isaac asked,

on a tightrope, and she knew it.

“Mr. Salter, isn’t it true

with a headache and a

ended

nuptials overshadowed by wrath.

face was a mess, and Manuel was still

anger, put an end to the

seething, shook off the security guards. “Back

guards moved to intervene but were halted by

be,” he

had departed, Marcel turned to Leda. “Let’s not escalate this

accused, “It had to be Isaac. He can’t stand

was convinced it was that lowlife!

been playing around, would he have had

I never thought to

spat out in disgust. “Why is it that no one else gets ‘set up, only