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.

so much,”

less cooperative than usual. His hand gripped her

fabric tearing filled the room as Brittany’s shirt was ripped open.

recovered herself, and certainly not in the mood for his drunken

into his arms and staggering into the bedroom, powered by the

flushed a deeper shade of red as she found herself

hers, his hot kisses sporadically landing on her face and neck, murmuring

trailed down.

at her

Brittany shivered violently.

covered her stomach, his bloodshot eyes searching

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

welled up in her

to wake

hold her until the pain subsided with

tightly, Brittany choked out, Zakky, it doesn’t hurt right now.”

eyes, splashing onto her skin, making her wince with a pain that wasn’t

I’m not in pain

with grief. “But it

child he had been longing for!

hold back her own tears as she clung to his neck, her voice breaking as

pain was as real

for

him, fearing his

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