The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 3

The neighborhood in front of them must've been pretty old, with the whole place looking really worn out, walls covered in graffiti.

The security guard was practically dozing off, and everyone came and left freely.-

Brittany, who had lived in a villa since she was a child, felt a pang of sorrow for Isaac when she saw this neighborhood.

"Mr. Salter...it feels a bit distant to call you that, we're married after all."

"From now on, I'll call you Zakky." Brittany decided on her own. "Zakky, how long have you been living here?"

"About a month."

Isaac lied without a hitch and walked into the neighborhood.

Brittany followed him. Despite the neighborhood's age, it was well-equipped.

At the stairway, she was carrying a suitcase, her arms sore. The man walking in front didn't seem to have any intention of helping her.

Brittany complained to herself: No wonder he doesn't have a girlfriend. He's got no chivalry at all!

Even if they are contractually married, he should at least help carry the suitcase!

He went up to the fifth floor and opened the door.

Brittany climbed up to the fifth floor, slightly out of breath, and carried her stuff through the door.

A two-bedroom apartment of around 70 square meters, covered with wallpaper to hide the signs of age, had a cold and lonely atmosphere.

Isaac was satisfied with Nathan's efficiency. He opened the shoe cabinet and changed into a pair of slippers.

Brittany stood at the door, watching his natural movements, and believed even more that he really lived here.

"Are there any other slippers?"

Brittany stared at Isaac. She came in a hurry and didn't bring anything except her clothes.

"There are disposable ones."

Isaac went into the kitchen.

Brittany carried her suitcase in and indeed, there were dozens of disposable slippers in the shoe cabinet.

Brittany was chocked.

Who would prepare so many disposable slippers at home?

Does he often bring other women back?

"What are you looking at?"

The man came out of the kitchen with a cup of water, looking cold.

"Nothing."

Brittany snapped back to reality. Whatever the reason was, it had nothing to do with her.

She put on the slippers and looked at Isaac: "Which room do I stay in?"

"The first one on the left is mine, you're in the second one." Isaac sipped his water: "Also, don't just walk into my room."

He didn't like people invading his personal space.

"Okay, I got it."

Brittany dragged her suitcase and opened the door. The room was small, but well-equipped.

It was apparently cleaned regularly, spotless, with a few potted plants by the window, pleasing to the eye.

She took out her stuff and put them away.

She took out her phone, planning to buy bedding, but when she went to check out, it showed that her account balance was insufficient.

She forgot that she was penniless now!

But she still needed to sleep at night, she couldn't just sleep on the wooden boards.

Or, could she ask Isaac for help?

......

Isaac watched her enter the bedroom, took out his computer from his briefcase, and clicked into the internal network.

Nathan sent a message: [Mr. Salter, are you satisfied with the house?]

Isaac: [Hmm.]

Brittany came out of the bedroom, and Isaac calmly exited the webpage and opened the official website.

She thought he was looking for a job, so let her think that.

"Zakky, do we have extra sheets at home?"

"No." Isaac shook his head and asked, "Are you out of money?"

She said she had a falling out with her family and wanted to to rent with him, so where would she get the money to pay the rent?

Brittany thought he was upset that she was a burden on him and hurriedly explained, "I have a job, and I'll get paid soon, I won't stiff you."

"I remember, you were going to give me half a million."

He didn't take that card.