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.-

at the mention of beef stew with carrots. “Yes,

so expressive, he leaned down and kissed her

her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss

the dining table, settled her down, and poured her a glass of milk before washing some

dishes, but

for Brittany, who used to have it almost once a week, a testament to its

the beef stew warmed, its unique aroma filled the kitchen.

by the smell,

he had the meal

sat down, chatting

flavorful. The beef was savory but

a small plate of green vegetables before she reluctantly put down her utensils.

leftovers and tidied

and content, Brittany curled up on the couch, watching Isaac bustle about

time could just stand still at this moment?

up, Isaac took Brittany back to their room to wash up before they finally lay down

asleep as soon as her head hit

next morning, Brittany was back to her efficient self, dressed in her