The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 882

Hana stood frozen in place.

Could Isaac truly be so lacking in chivalry? He didn’t even bother to turn his head at her?

The group of men advanced, their previously thuggish demeanor melting away. “Miss, what do we do now?”

Hana was fuming. “You’re useless, probably didn’t make it look real enough!”

The men exchanged confused glances. They hadn’t even started their act!

When Isaac returned home, the main lights in the living room were off, leaving only a dim lamp on. He tiptoed in, shedding his coat, and made his way to the study.

Brittany was still awake.

“Have you eaten, Bri?”

She put down her paperwork. “I’m not hungry.”

Isaac knew she hadn’t eaten properly. He approached her, “I picked up beef stew with carrots from that soup kitchen you love. Want some? I can heat it up for you.”

Brittany had been on a bland diet for her recovery and was practically craving something with flavor.-

mention of beef stew with carrots. “Yes,

so expressive, he leaned down and kissed

his neck, deepening the kiss

her a glass of milk before washing some

dishes, but the star was the beef stew with carrots.

beef stew with carrots from that kitchen was a family favorite. Especially for Brittany, who used to have it almost once a week, a testament to

the beef stew warmed, its unique

enticed by the smell, was drooling in

less than fifteen minutes, he had the meal served. He had barely eaten that night

sat down, chatting

were tender and flavorful. The beef was savory but not overcooked, melting in the

polished off a small plate of green vegetables before she reluctantly put down her

cleaned up the leftovers and tidied the

and content, Brittany curled up on the couch, watching Isaac bustle about in the kitchen. She

time could just stand still at this

room to wash up

asleep as soon as her head hit

efficient self, dressed in her work attire as she