The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1167

Since their last encounter, Isaac had seemingly vanished off the face of the earth.

Brittany even doubted if he was still in Craneville.

After waiting a few minutes for a response and getting none, she threw caution to the wind, ignoring the possibility her phone could be tapped, and dialed Isaac's number.

It took an eternity for him to pick up.

“Bri?”

Isaac’s voice was raspier than usual, as if he hadn’t had a good night's sleep in ages.

“Are you okay?” Brittany whispered, lowering her voice even more.

Isaac was far from okay, but he wouldn't admit it. He stood up, stepping away from the crowd into the solitude outside, fishing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up before taking a deep drag, “I’m hanging in there.”

“Did you call because you missed me?”

His tone was nonchalant, shrouded in a cloud of smoke.

Brittany paused, “Did you catch the news?”

“Yeah, I saw it.” It had been a long time since Isaac turned to nicotine for solace, but right now, he needed it to stay sharp, “Worried about me?”

“Zakky, are you in trouble?”

Brittany countered.

Knowing he couldn’t hide the truth, Isaac didn’t bother to, “Noel Salter showed up in Craneville.”

“I’ve been swamped, can’t come see you.”

Brittany clenched her phone tighter, “Then you—”

“I’m not in any immediate danger. The royal folks wouldn’t dare touch me.” Isaac's gaze fell, “Have you been sick lately?”

“No, I’ve been in good health,” Brittany let out a sigh of relief, knowing he was safe, “And the baby’s been very cooperative.”

“That’s good. If it gets naughty once it's out, I’ll be there to discipline!”

“No way, that’s our baby, you can’t hit them!” Brittany protested, her maternal instincts kicking in.