The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 884

Chapter 884

Isaac’s cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, the result of a one too many glasses of wine. that evening. “Why are you still up?” he slurred slightly as he stumbled through the door.

“I was waiting for you,” came the soft reply. Brittany supported Isaac as they made their way to the living room and then into the kitchen. In less than twenty minutes, she whipped up a bowl of hangover soup. It was a hearty broth filled with bits of bacon, a cracked egg, and some diced tomatoes a home remedy with a touch of flair.

“Here, have some,” she urged him gently.

Isaac was still on the mend from the injury, and the alcohol wasn’t doing him any favors. But there was no way to get out of tonight’s dinner party; it was an obligation he couldn’t avoid.

With a single, somewhat clumsy movement, he yanked off his tie, popping a couple of buttons off his shirt without a care.

“Feed me,” he demanded, leaning back with a lazy grin that replaced his usual sharp composure.

Brittany chuckled, accommodating his request and spoon-fed him the savory soup.

Isaac managed to gulp down most of the bowl before stubbornly refusing any more. Recognizing his inability to consume more, Brittany didn’t insist.

“I heard from Daniel that Hana was transferred. Did you have something to do with it?” she asked, her curiosity evident.

Isaac furrowed his brow. “What’s it to me?”

Seems like she was overthinking it.

Helping Isaac to his feet, Brittany struggled under his tall frame, which suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

me so

alcohol, was less cooperative than

sound of fabric tearing filled the room

Brittany gasped, not fully recovered herself, and certainly not

his arms and staggering into the bedroom, powered

a deeper shade of red as

over hers, his hot kisses sporadically landing on her face and neck, murmuring a slurred, “Bri.”

trailed down.

stopped at

Brittany shivered violently.

covered her stomach, his bloodshot eyes searching

his intention was not to continue what he’d started, but to show

up in her

hurt. The pain was enough to

would hold her until the pain subsided with

tightly, Brittany choked out, Zakky, it

eyes, splashing onto her skin, making her

not

beside her, his body heavy with grief. “But it hurts me,” he whispered.

the child he

to his neck,

his pain was as real as hers.

for a long

consoled him, fearing his

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