The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel (Brittany and Isaac)

She felt as light as a feather, practically weightless, with a faint hint of fragrance about her.

Her room, a place he seldom ventured into, was now Brittany's domain.

The once-cold room was now brimming with the charming essence of femininity, filled with her personal belongings and even a massive pale pink body pillow on the bed. He peeled back the covers and gently laid Brittany down.

Her skin was smooth as silk. As he released his hold, she clung tightly to his hand, her lips faintly moving as if to say something.

Frowning slightly, he leaned in closer to hear what she was murmuring, but to his surprise, as she shifted her position, their lips accidentally met.

In that moment, a wave of intense emotion surged through him.

Isaac's eyes widened. He'd had physical contact with Brittany before.

But back then, they were both unconscious.

He'd never kissed Brittany and had never even thought about it.

Yet here it was a touch as light as a cherry blossom, a kiss devoid of passion that still managed to leave a profound impression on his heart.

Lowering his gaze, he looked at the woman before him.

She was frowning, seemingly uncomfortable, and attempting to pull away.

Almost instinctively and without giving it a second thought, he grabbed the back of her head, halting her retreat, and countered with a kiss of his own. An unfamiliar emotion seemed to invade his soul.

By the time he came to his senses, realizing he'd lost control, her cheeks were flushed and her brows furrowed in discomfort.

Releasing his hold, he took a few ragged breaths.

Looking at the sleeping Brittany, he was filled with an urge to possess her.

Taking a few steps back, he tucked her in before quickly exiting.

Retreating to his own room, Isaac leaned against the door, his heart pounding wildly in his chest.

A voice echoed in his mind, urging him to push things further.

Perhaps because they'd had physical contact before.

He had an inexplicable desire for her. This was not a good sign!

Isaac was acutely aware more than anyone else, that emotions could drive even the most rational person to the brink of insanity.

He shouldn't be feeling this way, especially not towards Brittany.

Raising his hand, he began contemplating how to handle this situation.

Brittany woke up at four in the morning.

She was oblivious to what had happened last night.

After freshening up, she continued to work on her designs, finally finishing them all by six thirty.

Just as she was about to start making breakfast, the door swung open.

Isaac appeared, his expression turning colder at the sight of her up and about, the memory of last night flashing in his mind.

"Good morning, Zakky."

Brittany, realizing she'd fallen asleep without having dinner the previous night, felt a pang of guilt: "What would you like for breakfast?"

Isaac met her gaze, his thin lips moving slightly: "You don't need to prepare meals for me anymore."

Brittany was puzzled by his unusual behavior; her gaze faltered. "What happened?"

Did she do something wrong last night? Why did Isaac seem upset?

"Nothing. I just think we should keep some distance."

He had invested too much emotionally in Brittany. It seemed like ever since the incident where he'd injured her waist, their relationship had become strained after he'd treated her, entering a strange period of peace. This wasn't good.

Upon hearing his words, Brittany was taken aback. Had she really done something wrong?

She wanted to ask for clarification, but then realized she had no right to.

His initial offer to take her in was only due to their past acquaintance.

Finally, Brittany said bluntly, "I'll be getting paid this month; I'll move out. Thanks for taking me in all this while."

He was right; they needed to maintain a distance. They were not a real couple.

Living under the same roof was not a long-term solution; it was time to consider moving out.

Watching her retreat to her room, Isaac's Adam's apple bobbed up and down before he finally left.