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.-

of beef stew with carrots. “Yes,

he leaned down

wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss until she was lost

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

a couple of simple side dishes, but the star was

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

warmed, its unique aroma filled the kitchen.

smell, was

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

chatting and

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

of green vegetables before she

leftovers and tidied the

Isaac bustle about in the kitchen. She squinted her

perfect would it be if time could just

took Brittany back to their room to wash up before they finally lay down for the night.

exhausted, fell asleep as soon as her head hit the

to her efficient self, dressed in her work attire as she headed