The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 836

“What are you doing up?”

Isaac strode in with a tray in hand, quickly advancing to her side. He set the tray down and helped her up, “Hungry?”

Brittany’s eyes were brimming with tears, “I feel awful.”

Every inch of her ached.

Isaac settled her back on the bed and slid a pillow behind her lower back, “Don’t move, I’ll feed you.”

Too exhausted to protest, Brittany opened her mouth to accept the morsels.

The spicy crab, though reheated and having lost some of its former glory, still retained its delicious flavor.

Isaac’s fingers deftly cracked the crab, and Brittany ate heartily, her mouth slick with juices. Between bites, she also savored a bowl of beef stew, contentedly lying back down after feeling satiated.

“I’ve got some work tonight. I’ll be in the study. I should be back in about three hours. Yo rest up, Isaac said, aware of the need to make amends for his recent excesses.

Brittany, likely exhausted, curled up under the covers and lazily reached out, grabbing his hand, “Stay with me.”

Isaac hesitated for a few seconds before responding, “Alright, I’m going to take a shower,” When he emerged from the bathroom, Brittany was already asleep.

lifted the covers and

hours of sleep, Isaac got up, freshened up, and

he found Wesley waiting for some

here.” Wesley remarked.

deal we talked about coming

of intent.” Wesley leaned back in his chair. “I heard Marcel missed a few orders in a

had anticipated

“And Manuel?”

Leda,” Wesley threw up his hands in resignation. “Does he have some kind of problem? Knowing full well Leda’s done him wrong, he can still

find anyone

all too

I’ve double-checked everything, and I can confirm Ms. Joie is indeed the

ensuring the information was accurate beyond doubt.

perhaps he had thought too much about

Derek entered, holding a file, and glanced at the one in Isaac’s hand. “Ah,

containing a photo that portrayed a beach scene with an endless sea, a massive cruise ship, and a girl

“Seen it where?”

to recall but

file and the conversation turned to

leave, he shot