The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 699

Brittany glared at the man before her. Her loathing for him was unmistakable as she asked,, "What are you doing here?"

Isaac couldn't take his eyes off her. When he'd found out that Brittany had left Imperial City, he'd nearly lost his mind.

He'd scoured the entire Imperial City, only to find out Brittany had returned to the suburbs. He didn't dare waste a single second, rushing over to her immediately.

"I missed you."

Brittany frowned, "Get out. You're not welcome here."

He had no place being where her grandmother had lived.

Isaac knew she had visited the cemetery. He knew she despised him. Struggling to his feet, his eyes turned red, "I can give you anything. Can't you…"

"What do you possibly have now?"

Before he could finish, Brittany cut him off, "The Salter family abandoned you long ago. Do you still think you're the high-ranking heir of the Salters?"

Isaac gave a wretched smile, "Don't you hate me? Don't you despise me? You took the money I had. Aren’t you satisfied? Don't you want to continue tormenting me?"

Brittany's lips pressed into a thin line. Was Isaac out of his mind that he deliberately came looking for trouble?

She turned to leave.

Ignoring the wetness soaking him, Isaac grabbed her, pulling her into his arms. His body temperature was unusually high.

"Bri, I can give you anything..."

He continued, "Don't leave me, don't leave me... I don't want a divorce, please."

Isaac's pleading was soft, his breath reeking of alcohol mixed with a sobbing sound, ringing in her ears.

A nameless hand seemed to squeeze Brittany's heart tightly, causing a pain that made her shudder.

"Isaac, are you sick? We're over; what else do you want?"

"No…" Isaac held her tightly, "We're not over. You can hate me, okay? It's my fault that your grandma died. You... you can do whatever you want. Just don't leave..."

His grip was strong, and the drizzling rain felt like steel needles, causing a piercing pain.

When Brittany got out of the bathroom and changed into dry clothes, she caught sight of the man lying outside in the courtyard.

The rain was pouring heavily, splashing up water as it hit the ground.

Brittany chose to ignore it, pulled the curtains shut, went downstairs, and made pasta for Daniel. After they had their fill, they planned to go to their rooms to rest.

But then, the door opened.

Several people in uniform entered one by one, carrying cleaning supplies. They must have been the ones who had been cleaning the yard.

"Who are you?"

Brittany and Daniel immediately assumed a defensive posture.

Had they left the door and windows open the previous time? How did those people get in?

"Are you the ones in charge of cleaning the yard?" Brittany stood up, "I'm Brittany, the owner of this property."

After her granny passed away, the property had been transferred to her name.