The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 614

Isaac slipped off his coat and draped it around her, making sure she was snugly wrapped up before he let out a sigh of relief.

Back at Radiant Residences, Isaac carried Brittany out of the car.

They bumped into Emily, who was on her way to the hospital. "Mr. Salter, you're back, Ms. Dustin..."

"Shh!"

Isaac put up his index finger in a silencing gesture. Emily saw the sleeping Brittany in his arms and immediately understood.

"I'll be off to the hospital then. You guys get some rest."

She spoke softly.

Without time to change shoes, Isaac carried Brittany upstairs.

He originally planned to take her back to the master bedroom, but fearing Brittany might get mad if she woke up, he hesitated and took her back to the guest room instead.

The guest room was big and spotlessly clean.

Sheets and blankets were changed regularly. He placed Brittany on the bed.

The summer heat was intense. All the running around had him sweating buckets, but he didn't have time to wipe it off. He undid his cufflink, exposing his strong forearms.

He went into the bathroom, and when he came out, he was holding a bowl of warm water and a fresh towel.

He walked to the bed, lifted the covers, helped her out of her clothes, dampened the towel, and made it warm and moist.

Five years later, he saw her body in full again.

Brittany was sound asleep, so his movements were even more gentle.

Her smooth skin was like fine satin, turning a shade of red after being wiped with the towel. Isaac's Adam's apple bobbed, and his breath slightly rushed.

He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and quickened his wiping.

When Brittany was pregnant, he often helped her apply oil. Besides, she didn't gain much weight during her pregnancy, so her belly didn't have any stretch marks.

Her waist was thin, with a perfect curve, smooth and tender. Isaac's hand reached her belly, and he couldn't move any further.

He bent over, watched the sweetly sleeping Brittany, rested against her cheek. He couldn't hold it back any longer, and gently kissed her lips.

It was the same taste as it was in his memory. His instincts urged him to go further, but he didn't dare to wake her, only daring to linger on the surface.