The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

She stepped into the bathroom, letting the warm water wash away the stress of her day.

Meanwhile, Isaac was just about to call Yuri Lynette when his phone rang.

Picking it up, he was greeted by an impatient voice. "Bri, why aren't you back yet? Eltham called, said you were feeling unwell?" "Dad, Bri's with me."

"Ridiculous!"

Yuri shot up from his chair. "You're blatantly keeping Bri at your place. Have you considered the consequences if people find out?" "Dad, she's my wife. It's only natural she's with me."

Yuri fell silent, finally relenting. "She's pregnant. Take good care of her."

"Will do."

After hanging up, Isaac moved to his desk to catch up on some work.

Brittany, fresh from her bath and in her pajamas, saw him engrossed in his papers and felt a stab of concern.

She approached the desk and playfully snatched the documents from him. "Aren't you tired? Why are you still working?"

Elijah

health, Brittany

Brittany to their bedroom. As they lay

genuinely exhausted and

in his embrace, comforted by his

was filled with their intertwined breathing, a

having slept deeply for the first time in ages, woke up to find Brittany still in his arms, peaceful and content. A soft warmth filled his

he got up, tucked her in properly, and changed into

bother the servants. Firstly, because he enjoyed

preparing breakfast, recalling it had been months since he last

aroma. She found Isaac, apron-clad, watching over a pot of simmering oatmeal, its comforting scent filling the air. "Zakky," she called out

awake, raised an eyebrow.

pot of

cooked to perfection, the chicken

have two bowls, barely putting her

"If you like it, I'll