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 I'd

health, Brittany insisted, "Time for

smile and led Brittany to their bedroom. As they lay down, he wrapped his

exhausted and fell asleep almost

his steady

with their intertwined breathing,

up to find Brittany still in his arms, peaceful and content. A

a while, he got up, tucked her in properly, and

because he enjoyed

breakfast, recalling it had been months since he last made Brittany her favorite morning meal. It felt

a pot of simmering oatmeal, its comforting scent

raised an eyebrow. "Go

the bathroom, Brittany returned fully awake to find Isaac serving up a pot of creamy chicken oatmeal, her favorite,

cooked to perfection, the chicken broth sweet and the shredded chicken tender, melting

bowls, barely putting her spoon down.

seeing her enjoyment, smiled. "If you like it, I'll make it