The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac)
Chapter 614

Chapter 614

Isaac slipped off his coat and draped it around her, making sure she was snugly wrapped up before he let out a sigh of relief. Back at Radiant Residences, Isaac carried Brittany out of the car.

They bumped into Emily, who was on her way to the hospital. "Mr. Salter, you're back, Ms. Dustin..."

"Shh!"

Isaac put up his index finger in a silencing gesture. Emily saw the sleeping Brittany in his arms and immediately understood.

"I'll be off to the hospital then. You guys get some rest."

She spoke softly.

Without time to change shoes, Isaac carried Brittany upstairs.

He originally planned to take her back to the master bedroom, but fearing Brittany might get mad if she woke up, he hesitated and took her back to the guest room instead. The guest room was big and spotlessly clean.

Sheets and blankets were changed regularly. He placed Brittany on the bed.

The summer heat was intense. All the running around had him sweating buckets, but he didn't have time to wipe it off. He undid his cufflink, exposing his strong forearms.

He went into the bathroom, and when he came out, he was holding a bowl of warm water and a fresh towel.

He walked to the bed, lifted the covers, helped her out of her clothes, dampened the towel, and made it warm and moist.

Five years later, he saw her body in full again.

Brittany was sound asleep, so his movements were even more gentle.

Her smooth skin was like fine satin, turning a shade of red after being wiped with the towel. Isaac's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breath slightly rushed.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickened his wiping.

When Brittany was pregnant, he often helped her apply oil. Besides, she didn't gain much weight during her pregnancy, so her belly didn't have any stretch marks.

Her waist was thin, with a perfect curve, smooth and tender. Isaac's hand reached her belly, and he couldn't move any further.

He bent over, watched the sweetly sleeping Brittany, rested against her cheek. He couldn't hold it back any longer, and gently kissed her. lips.

It was the same taste as it was in his memory. His instincts urged him to go further, but he didn't dare to wake her, only daring to linger on the surface.

After a good while, he pulled away.

After drying her body and getting her dressed in pajamas, he suppressed the excitement in his heart and quickly left the room.

Back in his room, Isaac dived into the bathroom, took two consecutive cold showers, and only then did his heartbeat return to normal.

The first ray of morning sun slipped through the window crack.

On the bed, Brittany moved her arm, feeling the freshness of her body, probably because it had been cleaned.

She turned over and continued to sleep.

Then suddenly, she sat up abruptly. She looked down and saw that her clothes had been changed.

She thought she fell asleep on the couch.

She looked around and confirmed that the place was Radiant Residences.

Did Isaac bring her back the previous night? Then who changed her clothes?

"You're awake."

Isaac opened the door, saw Brittany's puzzled eyes and smiled, "Let's get up and eat."

Brittany tightened her grip on the bedding, "Why did you bring me here?"

She had no fondness for Radiant Residences.

I don't have the keys to your place, nor do I know the pass code. I couldn't possibly let you sleep in the hospital."

Isaac looked completely innocent, as if he were forced into it.

Brittany bit her lip and asked, "Who changed my clothes?"

Who cleaned the wounds on her body?

"Who else could it be but me?" Isaac spread his hands helplessly.

Brittany's face turned beet red. She stared at Isaac. She was so mad that she almost spat blood, "Isaac, you..."

"Didn't I used to help you all the time before?"