The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 106

Brittany had a few drinks that night and was feeling a bit woozy.

When she got back to the apartment, she took a shower and flopped down on the bed, frowning uncomfortably and muttering complaints under her breath.

Grace noticed her discomfort and immediately said to Isaac, "Didn't you notice Brittany's not feeling well after those drinks? Hustle up and make her some hangover soup; take good care of her."

She kept pouring drinks for Brittany, and it was finally kicking in.

Isaac responded and cooked up a bowl of hangover soup for her, bringing it to her bedside.

Brittany was sprawled on the bed, her face flushed and her long eyelashes quivered slightly. She was a looker; Isaac had known that for a while.

"Brittany."

Isaac reached out and gently nudged Brittany, saying, "You've had a bit too much. Here, have some hangover soup."

Brittany didn't want to move, putting Isaac in a bit of a pickle.

Grace, who was peeping from outside the door, was getting antsy.

Brittany looked really miserable.

Isaac sat on the edge of the bed, helping her sit up with one hand. Brittany frowned and grabbed his shirt. "Zakky, my head is killing me."

"Then why are you drinking when you can't hold your liquor?"

Isaac scolded softly, bringing the hangover soup to her lips.

"Open your mouth."

She didn't want to drink.

"Open your mouth."

Isaac repeated, his tone getting a touch colder.

Brittany's eyes suddenly welled up with tears. "Why are you being mean to me?"

"..."

When was he mean to her? His tone was a bit stern, and she took it as him being gruff?

Brittany was drunk and seemed to be dredging up past grievances: "When I moved in, you didn't even help me with my bags. You'll never find a girlfriend acting like that! You're always giving me the cold shoulder; you don't even know when I'm being wronged!"

Brittany's eyes were moist; it looked like she was going to cave. She moved closer to the bowl, took a sip, and the pungent hangover soup hit her taste buds. She instantly frowned, wrapped her arms around Isaac's neck, aimed at his lips, and planted one on him, "It's too disgusting."

He should also taste this disgusting flavor! That was the only thought in Brittany's mind.

A warm breath hit his face, and Isaac instinctively held the back of her head.

A strong fragrance filled his nostrils, and Brittany, who initiated the kiss, was starting to feel the strain.

She was intoxicated, but Isaac was sober, even a bit infatuated.

Brittany soon couldn't handle it anymore and started to resist.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and she murmured, "Zakky."

Grace, who was peeping from outside the door, was taken aback.

If anyone dares to say her grandson is cold and heartless again, she'll be hopping mad!

After her fleeting joy, she started to worry a bit. It looks like she's got to find a nutritionist; she can't rely on her family; their cooking skills are downright awful!