The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 90

Hannah assumed that a 'big shot' like Isaac wouldn't bother cooking himself.

“He can cook. Zakky’s food is pretty good.” Brittany spilt the beans, “When I hurt my arm before, he was the one cooking for me.”

Hannah was taken aback. A 'big shot' like him actually cooks?

Just as she was reeling, Isaac changed into comfy clothes, walked into the kitchen, and took over Brittany’s work, “You go rest.”

Her arm wasn’t fully healed. Why was she still cooking?

Most of the food was ready, so Brittany didn’t resist, “Then I will make some watermelon juice, you finish the remaining dishes, and we can eat.”

Isaac nodded, and Brittany headed into the living room and opened the fridge.

Hannah watched Isaac expertly manoeuvre around the kitchen, momentarily unsure if she was dreaming.

She nervously swallowed, approaching Isaac, “Mr. Salter, do you need help?”

To eat a meal cooked by a big boss himself, she felt incredibly lucky!

“No need.”

Isaac didn’t understand why Hannah was so eager, and she didn’t seem like someone who knew how to cook.

Hannah felt rejected. Another day of failing to impress the boss.

Brittany held a watermelon, cut out the middle part into small pieces, and put them on toothpicks, “Hannah, can you take the watermelon to the dining table?”

“Sure.”

She cut the remaining watermelon into pieces and put them into the juicer. The refreshing and sweet smell of watermelon filled the kitchen.

Brittany finished the watermelon juice just as Isaac turned off the stove.

They began serving the dishes.

Hannah observed their interactions, feeling a strong sense of chemistry between them.

Perhaps it was the long time they spent together. They could communicate through eye contact without uttering a word.

She shook her head internally, muttering to herself.

Oh no, this big boss was totally obsessed with Brittany!

It had been a long time since Brittany cooked, but her skills were still top-notch.

Isaac ate with a hearty appetite, and Hannah was stuffed. She sprawled on the sofa, sighing.

“Bri, wouldn’t it be nice if I could eat your cooking every day?”

Isaac holding a glass of watermelon juice, twitched, “Every day?”

Hannah felt a chill down her spine. Sensing something ominous in his words, she quickly corrected, “Once in a while! ”

Brittany sipped her juice, “If you like it that much, once I finish my current work, I can deliver meals to your home every day.”

Hannah was thrilled. She sneaked a glance at Isaac, seeing no reaction. She assumed he didn’t object.