The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 918

Isaac was never stingy with sweet nothings, especially lately—it was as if his lips were perpetually dipped in honey.

"Why didn't you pick anything out, Bri?"

The welcome party was just around the corner, and she needed to find some fancy dresses.

That reminded Brittany. "How about you help me choose?"

Isaac agreed with a smile and rose from his seat. "Alright."

Brittany followed him.

Isaac had an excellent eye for fashion; he knew Brittany inside and out. To him, picking out dresses for her was child's play.

He selected an elegant light green cocktail dress and handed it to Brittany. "You wore something similar on the day we got our marriage license. Give it a try?"

Brittany had a soft spot for that style and took the dress. "I'll head to the dressing room then. You keep looking."

"Sure thing."

Isaac picked a few more dresses of various styles, almost all from high-end designers. He handed them to an attendant. "Please, take these in."

"Of course."

As the attendant took the dresses into the dressing room, Isaac returned to the lounge.

Ophelia had already tried on all her outfits and was startled to see a strange man enter.

"Who are you?"

This was her private lounge, not just anyone could walk in.

"Ophelia, I'm Isaac Salter." He introduced himself.

Ophelia immediately recognized his identity. "Mr. Salter, where's Bri?"

"In the dressing room."

Ophelia dropped her guard. They both took a seat.

Isaac poured a cup of coffee for himself and another for Ophelia. "Bri told me you've been looking out for her these past few years. Thanks for that."