The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 857

Chapter 857 

Isaac was probably truly exhausted. He fell asleep after just one round. 

Wiping the swear from her body, Brittany lay back down, her gaze unfocused on the dark night sky. 

Joie returned to her apartment, relieved she didn’t have to keep up the act anymore. 

After a hot shower, she ordered some takeout, planning to really enjoy her evening. 

The food hadn’t arrived yet, so she sat at her vanity, meticulously going through her skincare routine. 

Suddenly, a knock on the door interrupted the room. 

“Delivery’s here.” 

Joie called out an acknowledgment, got up, and hurried to the door. 

The young delivery guy handed her the food. “Miss, here you go, please sign here.” 

She took the takeout, thanked him, and closed the door. 

Humming a tune, she padded back to the dining room barefoot. 

The man descended the stairs. 

He hopped on his motorcycle and sped off. 

Ten minutes later. 

The man, now without his yellow delivery vest, emerged from a back alley and sent Brittany a message. 

[Confirmed, Joie is safe and sound.] 

No reply; she was probably asleep. 

The next morning, Brittany woke early, a chill flickering in her eyes as she read the 

message. 

Just as she suspected, they had been deceived again. 

[Got it.] 

She deleted all the messages, turned off her phone, and went into the kitchen. 

Isaac was there, preparing breakfast-the very scene she had longed for. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, nuzzling affectionately. 

“What’s up?” 

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Chapter 857 

Isaac loved it when Brittany relied on him. 

“I’m hungry.” 

Her voice was soft and sweet, igniting a fire within Isaac. 

He finished breakfast in record time, turned off the stove, lifted her onto the countertop, 

and leaned in. 

His hands gripped her waist, his kiss was fervent; Brittany couldn’t resist and let out a low 

moan. 

Her fair neck arched back beautifully as she involuntarily succumbed to the passion. 

In the kitchen, the temperature soared, and the air was thick with spice. 

Brittany’s eyes shimmered with desire, tempting Isaac to devour her completely. 

Their passion was a lit fuse. 

Then a little redhead peeked in. “Daddy, Mommy, I’m hungry!” 

Daniel stood at the door, puffing with indignation. 

This was too much! They were supposed to be making breakfast, not sneaking kisses in 

the kitchen! 

Brittany snapped out of it, pushing Isaac away and hopping off the counter.