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

so expressive, he leaned

neck, deepening the kiss

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

a couple of simple side dishes, but the star was the beef stew with carrots.

Brittany, who used to have

beef stew warmed, its unique aroma filled the

smell,

had the meal served. He had barely

chatting and

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

vegetables before she

the leftovers

bustle about in the kitchen. She squinted her eyes, momentarily

could just stand

to wash

asleep as soon as her

efficient self, dressed in her work