Brittany got a bit spooked but didn’t ask further.
She changed into her pyjamas, flipped back the covers, and hopped into bed.
She was dead tired, so she fell asleep in no time.
After tidying up the desktop, Isaac walked out of the study to find Brittany already zonked out.
He went to the side of the bed, half-crouched, and stared at her face.
Emily’s cooking skills were top-notch, and she was super thoughtful, so Brittany had been filling out a bit lately. She wasn’t as scrawny as before, but she had gained some of that special charm that comes with pregnancy.
Isaac felt like he was under some spell, drawn to her, and he carefully planted a kiss on her lips.
Just as sweet as always.
But sadly, she no longer looked at him with love filling her eyes. Instead, she seemed to resent his touch, even resisting it.
Isaac held her hand, not knowing what to do.
It was almost two in the afternoon by the time Isaac left the studio.
He ran into Randell Moore just as he stepped out of the door.
Randell looked pretty annoyed, “Did Grandeur Capital go under or what? Why is Mr. Salter always hanging around with Bri?”
“She’s my wife. It’s my job to take care of her,” Isaac responded.
Randell snorted, “How long were you planning to deceive her if I hadn’t dug up your true identity? You keep saying she’s your wife, but you can’t even protect her properly. It’s better to end such a marriage early.”
Randell didn’t buy Isaac’s words. If Isaac truly loved Brittany, he wouldn’t have her living in such a crummy two-bedroom apartment.
Isaac seemed to have been hit where it hurt, staying silent.
Randell stepped up to him. They were of the same height, both elites in their industry. Their eyes met, the air freezing over.
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