The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 11

Brittany had downed half a bottle of liquor and was a little drunk. Her phone rang but she didn't answer the call.

She plucked up her courage and downed another full bottle, her face flushing red, even struggling to stand upright: "Guys, I'm done drinking."

She felt like a storm was brewing in her stomach, covered her mouth, and bolted out of the room.

Johnny snickered, finding the situation rather amusing.

Wesley noticed Brittany's abrupt exit, signaling his secretary to follow her, just in case.

"Zac, you gonna say something?"

Calling and then staying silent?

Isaac thought he heard Brittany's voice, but dismissed it as unlikely.

Brittany and Wesley had nothing to do with each other.

"I remember you had a high-quality agate statue?"

"Why, do you want to give it away?"

Wesley was unfazed.

"My grandma is coming this weekend. Send the statue over, Nathan will handle the check."

Despite his best efforts to hide his married status, unfortunately, Grace Salter found out and insisted on visiting. He had no choice but to oblige.

Isaac could hear noise in the background and knew Wesley was socializing. He hung up after he finished speaking.

Wesley put away his phone, turning to Johnny: "Johnny, let's sign the contract."

The deal was practically done anyway. Johnny was just giving Brittany a hard time because he didn't want to offend the Tueley family.

Contract signed, Wesley got up to leave.

The secretary was waiting outside the restroom: "Ms. Dustin hasn't come out yet."

Wesley handed the documents to his secretary, planning to check on Brittany. It would be a real shame if she got into trouble because she drank too much.

After all, he was quite taken by her looks!

Brittany staggered out, hives breaking out all over her body, tears in her eyes from crying.

Wesley asked, "Are you allergic to alcohol?"

He cursed under his breath, thinking how recklessly she had drunk despite her allergy.

Did she have a death wish?

Brittany pushed Wesley away, leaning against the wall, her stomach cramping: "I got the deal. You're using my design."

Wesley rolled his eyes in frustration: "Have you lost your mind? Drinking to the point of risking your life?"

She was crazy!

Brittany looked at him determinedly: "The design."

"Fine, I'll sign the contract. You're really fearless!"

Wesley had no idea Brittany was allergic to alcohol, yet she had downed so much!

"What are you waiting for? Get her in the car, take her home!"

His secretary immediately escorted Brittany away. Once in the car, the smell of alcohol was overpowering. Wesley, being a clean freak, held his nose as he got in.

Brittany felt a lot better after throwing up.

Now she lay quietly in the backseat, breathing steadily. Hives covered her skin, making her look shockingly ill.

Wesley watched her, annoyed: "If she had mentioned her allergy earlier, who would have made her drink?"

Upon reaching Brittany's apartment complex, she stumbled out of the car.

"Mr. Tueley, thank you."

The secretary was still worried about her, while Wesley behind her grumbled: "Let's go, it stinks!"

He'd done plenty just by bringing her home. That's it!

The black car pulled away and left.

Brittany, leaning on the handrail, slowly climbed the stairs.

By the fifth floor, Brittany was itching all over, the hives causing her great pain.

She shakily pulled out her keys and opened the door--

"And you actually came back?"

Isaac hadn't expected Brittany to come home this late, reeking of alcohol.

He frowned: "Did you drink a lot?"

He remembered the first time they met, she was also dead drunk.

Leaning against the door, Brittany squinted her sleepy eyes open and called out: "Zakky--"

She stumbled.

Before Isaac could get to her, she fell straight to the ground, moaning in pain: "It hurts."

He stepped forward, closed the door, and helped Brittany to the living room.