Brittany felt a twinge of annoyance at the term "my wife," but chose to remain silent.
Isaac, assuming she was just tired, drove her home in the upscale Radiant Residences.
Before she got out of the car, Isaac caught her hand. "We're looking for a partner for the chemical plant project. Would you consider it?"
He and Wesley could take on the project themselves, but he wanted Brittany to have a part in it.
"No need." Brittany unbuckled her seat belt, got out of the car, and thanked him for the ride. She picked up her luggage and walked into Radiant Residences. She'd been exhausted all week, and after reaching home, all she wanted was a good rest.
Isaac watched her retreating figure, and after a while, he finally left.
...
For the next period of time, Brittany threw herself into preparing for the bid meeting.
Isaac was also visibly busy, leaving early and returning late. They lived under the same roof but rarely had the chance to see each other.
...
On the eve of the bid meeting.
Brittany locked herself in the study until late into the night.
When Isaac returned, it was already quite late.
When he heard that Brittany hadn't rested yet, he paused, then went to the kitchen to make a cup of warm milk and pushed open the door to the study.
When Brittany worked, she was particularly focused.
She had removed her makeup, and her face was natural. Her eyes were clear and bright. She wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses that gave her an air of innocence compared to her usual polished appearance.
Isaac walked over to the desk and placed the milk down.
Brittany, busy with her work, didn't notice his arrival.
Isaac pulled up a chair and sat across from her, staring at her intently.
When Brittany finished reading through the proposal, she looked up to meet his dark eyes. Startled, she frowned. "When did you get here?"
Did he not realize how frightening it was to suddenly appear in the middle of the night?
"I've been here for a while." Isaac gestured towards the milk. "It's late. Have some warm milk and go to bed."
Brittany couldn't be bothered to argue with him. The most important thing at the time was the bid meeting.
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