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

Brittany looked totally uninterested, barely glimpsing at the view. "Nice," she muttered.

She started the car and drove off slowly.

Hannah was speechless. Was it too much to ask for Brittany to at least look?

Just then, a black Rolls-Royce Phantom came into view.

In the driver's seat.

Nathan noticed Brittany's car and instinctively turned to Isaac. "Mr. Salter, that's Ms. Dustin's car."

Isaac paused, fingers still on the papers he was reviewing. He guessed Brittany was there for Hannah.

Then the atmosphere turned frosty.

"Got nothing better to do?"

Chills ran down Nathan's spine. What was going on? Didn't Mr. Salter used to be really concerned about Ms. Dustin? He used to rush off to see her after work. Now that she was here, why wasn't he saying hello?

"Back to Radiant Residences."

Isaac wasn't in the mood to return home.

Nathan guessed they might have had a fight. He cleared his throat, "Sure."

Having no experience with love, he decided to keep his mouth shut.

This was Isaac's first time returning to Radiant Residences since he had moved out.

He was used to living alone. The house was cleaned weekly, meals were prepared, and the staff would leave.

The spacious Radiant Residences shone brilliantly in the night sky, sitting atop the water's edge.

Upon opening the door, cold air greeted him. His grip tightened on the doorknob as if waiting or confirming something.

There were no ingredients in the fridge. Isaac called the housekeeper, then went upstairs to freshen up.

When he came downstairs, the housekeeper had arranged for dinner to be prepared. "Mr. Salter, will you be staying at Radiant Residences for a while?" "Perhaps."

The housekeeper seemed to understand. "Alright, dinner is ready. Please rest early after you've had your meal."

After the housekeeper left, Isaac sat down at the dining table. Despite the feast before him, he had no appetite. The professionally cooked meals couldn't compare to the ones Brittany made. Brittany and Hannah reached their new neighborhood. They met with the agent, learned about the surroundings, and then checked out the rental apartment.

It was just like the photos. A one-bedroom apartment, small but fully equipped.

The rent was lower than expected as the landlord was in a hurry to lease it. After signing the contract, Brittany watched her bank balance dwindle, and she still had to split the rent with Isaac.

After seeing off the agent, Hannah took Brittany to a nearby restaurant. They had a full meal before heading their separate ways.

Brittany pushed open the door to a dark house. Isaac wasn't home, which was a relief. She wouldn't have to face any awkwardness. She took out her suitcases and packed all her belongings. She had quite a bit of stuff, filling up three suitcases.

After packing, she sat in the living room to check her bills. Living here meant not only paying rent, but also other expenses. She had used some of the money Isaac had given her before and needed to account for it.

Brittany stayed up late finishing her calculations. In just half a month, their food expenses had exceeded three thousand. On average, they had each spent over a thousand. Brittany's money was dwindling again.

Her reputation was ruined and her relationship with VelvetGlow was beyond repair. She doubted she would find work in this field again.

Brittany, busy with her accounts, was interrupted by the doorbell. She pretended not to hear and continued her calculations.

Isaac saw the suitcases in the living room. He glanced at Brittany who was standing up.

"I've left the card you gave me on the coffee table. I've calculated the rent and living expenses for this period, and I'll transfer it to you later."

Brittany took the initiative, "I found a new place. I'm moving out tomorrow morning. Thanks for your help during this time."

She felt a bit sad. There were moments when she could feel Isaac's concern for her. But maybe that was just her imagination. After saying this, Brittany didn't look at Isaac and went straight back to her room.

Isaac kicked the suitcases aside and walked to the coffee table. There was a piece of paper with a lot of writing on it. It was probably from Brittany.