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

Brittany got a mild internal bleeding in her stomach after being kicked. She insisted on checking out of the hospital after getting an IV drip.

Before she left, the doctor warned her, "Your stomach is not in a good shape. You need to take it easy and avoid getting too emotional."

Brittany's stomach was already sensitive. With her emotional state and the kick she received, a severe internal bleeding could have been life-threatening.

Brittany thanked the doctor and then called Hannah since she couldn't drive herself.

Hannah rushed over and angrily said, "What the hell is wrong with the Dustin family? Why do they spoil Patrina like that? And you, why didn't you call me sooner when you got kicked?"

As Hannah rambled on, she worriedly looked at Brittany's pale face and couldn't help but shed tears. "Bri, how could Finn be such a jerk and let you be treated like this?" "Let's not talk about him."

Brittany leaned back in the passenger seat, "He's not the Finn I knew." The Finn who used to cherish her as if she was a treasure was gone.

"If I knew this would happen, you should have never..." Hannah began to scold.

"Okay, take me home."

Brittany told her the address and Hannah draped a coat over her, "Okay."

Half an hour later, Hannah was dumbfounded looking at the dilapidated building in front of her.

"Bri, you live here?"

Even though Brittany's relationship with the Dustin family had broken down, it wasn't bad enough for her to live in such a place!

"Let's go upstairs first."

Brittany was too weak to talk and Hannah helped her. They struggled to walk up the stairs. By the time Hannah helped her into the living room, Brittany was drenched in sweat, obviously very uncomfortable. Hannah went to the kitchen, found a kettle, and made her a cup of water. "Now, spill it."

"Robert wanted to marry me off to Johnny. I disagreed so I married someone else." Brittany said briefly, "I'll introduce you to him when I get the chance."

Hannah suddenly understood, "So the friend you mentioned before is him?"

"Yes."

Hannah slapped her forehead, "Bri, you're too impulsive. You married a random guy. Aren't you afraid of being used?"

"I didn't have a better solution."

Brittany held her stomach and spoke softly. Who would choose to marry a stranger if not forced to?

Hannah looked around the small two-bedroom apartment, "Is this guy not well-off? This place is so run-down."

Hannah, who born in a superior family, despised such a house.

"It's rented."

Hannah said, "Bri, you're the heiress of the Dustin family. How could you marry a man like this?" Hannah thought she was crazy, "There were so many better choices if you wanted to get married. Why did you do this?"

If she truly wanted to marry, Hannah thought there were better candidates.

"Hannah, I'm already married. Let's stop talking about it."

Brittany didn't like people badmouthing Isaac, after all, he was her husband in the eyes of the law.

Knowing Brittany would defend her husband, Hannah sighed, "Since he's your husband, give me his resume when you have time. I'll submit it for you. At least he can get a job. The company won't mind having one more employee."

Grandeur Capital was a well-known big company. If Brittany's husband could get in, his salary would increase and indirectly help Brittany.

"Thank you."

While Hannah was chatting with Brittany, she received a call from her manager. "Hannah, you've really done it this time. You left when the meeting was halfway through. Even the boss is here. Why did you leave? Get back here now!"

Hannah hung up the phone and apologized, "Brittany, I'm sorry. I have another meeting. I've ordered you some takeout. Remember to eat and rest well."

Brittany understood Hannah's busyness, "Go ahead."

After Hannah left, she rushed back to the conference room and found that the chairman's seat was empty. She was nervous.

What happened? Did the boss leave? Did everyone know she left the meeting halfway?

Hannah felt like she was hyperventilating. Would she be on the layoff list?

After sending Hannah off, Brittany received the takeout but had no appetite to eat. She curled up on the couch and fell asleep. When she woke up, it was already late.

She saw the medicine on the coffee table, took a sip of cold water, and swallowed it. Then she took out iodine and cotton swabs from her bag. There was a bruise on her waist and the doctor said she needed to apply medicine regularly.

She went back to her room, changed into her pajamas, sat on the couch, and carefully lifted her clothes.

At that time, Isaac had just finished work and opened the door of the apartment. He saw the bruise on Brittany's waist, which was in stark contrast to her delicate skin. He froze.

Was she injured? It looked quite serious.

Brittany heard the noise and quickly let go of her clothes in panic, "You're back."

Isaac put on his slippers and coldly replied, "Have you eaten?"

The takeout Hannah ordered had already cooled down, "No."

Isaac put down his briefcase and walked straight into the room without saying a word.

Brittany sat there, opened her mouth but said nothing. Did he see the wound on her waist? If he saw it and didn't say a word, was he too indifferent? Or did he not see it at all? Brittany felt she was too sensitive. Maybe it was because the people around her no longer cared about her. She even hoped that a man she barely knew would show concern for her. Swallowing the subtle bitterness, Brittany lifted her clothes and carefully applied the medicine. It was hard to treat the wound on her waist. Plus, her stomach hurt, which made it even more uncomfortable. Then, the cotton swab was taken away, "Stop moving if you're injured." Isaac held her waist with one hand and the cotton swab with the other. His eyes were somewhat gentle.

Brittany was dumbfounded: "How did you come out?"

She thought he wouldn't notice, or even if he did, he wouldn't ask. That's the impression she had of him, icy cold, like a big fat iceberg!

"You're my wife, how could I turn a blind eye?"

Isaac's gaze fell on her waist, the last time he was set up, he felt her waist was weak and frail. Now it seemed, indeed it was. Her skin, smooth as silk, was no longer beautiful because of the bruise, a mix of blue and purple. He showed an inexplicable impatience, like the anger after a precious gemstone is damaged, or some other elusive emotion.

He took a cotton swab, helping her apply medication, with just the right amount of pressure.

Their distance was close, Brittany could even smell the faint scent of pine on him, elegant and charming.

She bit her lip. Despite his moderate force, it indeed hurt. She quietly gripped the couch cover, not daring to make a sound. By the time he finished applying the first round of medication, a thin layer of sweat had formed on her forehead and the tip of her nose.

Isaac noticed her pain and lightened his force.

"The blood stasis won't go away, it won't heal, so be patient." Brittany whispered a response, his words were without warmth, but it made her nose feel sour.

After applying the second round of medication, Isaac tidied up, he noticed the takeaway on the table: "Is this what you ordered?"

"Hannah ordered it."

Isaac knew Hannah, a big spender. The takeaway she ordered was not ordinary.

He picked up the takeaway, opened the box. He took out some food suitable for Brittany, then walked into the kitchen.

Brittany suddenly realized something. Was he taking care of her?