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.

spanning over nineteen hundred days and nights, he was absent for Brittany’s most crucial moments.

Seven years.

like the infamous seven-year itch. No man, she mused, especially one as wealthy and powerful as Isaac, could resist straying.

perfect as it

kept the conversation circling around Isaac and Brittany, trying to get close to him.

was patient. But eventually, he grew tired of the charade and interrupted Saskia, “Ms. Lynette, my wife has fallen asleep, I’ll take her

Brittany and carried

rejection. Usually, men flocked to her. Despite lowering her

then, her phone

It was Ivy.

up?”

Ivy’s background noise

be

dressed meticulously, and left, satisfied with

Saskia entered and shed her

the socialite, Ivy sat at the center of attention, surrounded by her

family name, Saskia thrived in high society.