The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 935

“Sure thing.”

After a hearty meal of roast chicken and mashed potatoes, Daniel clung to Yuri, so Yuri took him to the study.

Saskia watched their retreating figures, biting her lip with a touch of envy.

In the living room, Brittany lay wearily on Isaacs knees, cocooned in his jacket with her eyes closed, resting.

Isaac, ever the gentleman, sat with impeccable posture. His large hand rested on Brittany’s waist, gently caressing it.

Saskia brought over two steaming cups of coffee, eager to make conversation.

“Mr. Salter,” she began, trying to sound casual, I heard from my brother that you’re from Imperial City?”

Isaac accepted the coffee but didn’t drink. “That’s right.”

Saskia sat down. “An impressive man like you and Bri make the perfect couple. How long have you been married?”

“Coming up on seven years,” Isaac replied truthfully.

a five-year hiatus, spanning over nineteen hundred days

Seven years.

infamous seven-year itch. No man, she mused,

as perfect as it seemed, perhaps

the conversation circling around Isaac and Brittany, trying to

he grew tired of the charade and interrupted Saskia, “Ms. Lynette, my wife has fallen

care, Isaac lifted Brittany and carried

sting of rejection. Usually, men flocked to her. Despite lowering her defenses and

then, her phone rang.

It was Ivy.

what’s up?”

background noise suggested she was

I’ll be right

hung up, dressed meticulously, and left,

the café, Saskia entered and shed her coat. “Sorry, I’m late.”

the center of attention, surrounded by her close

family name, Saskia thrived in