The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 869

In the local daycare, everyone knew Daniel’s dad was Isaac Salter, a renowned and privileged gentleman from the heart of the city. Isaac, born into privilege and blessed with remarkable talents, was always courteous to the teachers when dropping off and picking up his son.

Hana, who came from a decent family herself, chose to work at the school to tap into better opportunities. When a fellow teacher noticed her chatting with Isaac, she approached with a word of caution.

“Hana, don’t get yourself into trouble. Mr. Salter is a married man, after all.”

Hana dismissed the concern with a wave of her hand. “They’re separated, haven’t remarried yet.”

As long as there wasn’t a reconciliation, Hana believed she had a shot. She was single, not lacking in looks or background when compared to Brittany. Why shouldn’t she strive for her happiness?

The teacher shook her head. She had done her part in warning Hana. If the young woman wouldn’t listen, there was nothing more she could do.

Riding in the sleek black car, Daniel piped up, “Daddy, do you think Ms. Hana is pretty?”

“Your mom is prettier,” Isaac responded, tossing the A4 sheet aside. “Don’t tell your mom that I spoke with Ms. Hana.”

Brittany, for all her composed exterior, had a jealous streak. Isaac didn’t want to upset her. Daniel tilted his chin up, “I like Ms. Hana. She’s nice and pretty. She gives me ice cream and cupcakes, and tells me stories!”

Isaac chuckled softly. “Remember to say thank you if your teacher is good to you.”

“Okay.”

the studio, Daniel

“Mommy…”

voice, Brittany

partner witnessing this transformation marveled at the power of

a board as soon as he saw

to run, let’s catch up another

“Sure.”

Daniel rushed

how to charm her, and Brittany adored this about him. She pinched his cheek playfully, “Didn’t we just see each other this

to her, “But I love Mommy the most, a

to who Ms. Hana was,

reminder hanging in the air. “You’ve been all about work lately. Remember,

at the word ‘husband’. “Alright,

made reservations at a steakhouse,

Daniel clung to Brittany, much to Isaac’s chagrin.

“Daniel, come here.”

I want to stay

to sway his son, Isaac looked to Brittany.

glass of wine. “Come on, Daniel’s still little. Just

her palm in a silent plea for a different kind of indulgence.