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?"

promised Elijah

about his health, Brittany insisted, "Time

to their bedroom. As they lay down, he wrapped his arms around her waist

genuinely exhausted and fell

nestled in his embrace, comforted by his

intertwined breathing, a sweet testament to

woke up to find

tucked her in properly, and changed

he enjoyed his

the kitchen, he started preparing breakfast, recalling it had been months since he last made Brittany her favorite morning

downstairs by the delicious aroma. She found Isaac, apron-clad, watching over a pot of simmering oatmeal,

raised an eyebrow. "Go freshen up; breakfast

to find Isaac serving up a pot of creamy chicken oatmeal, her favorite, alongside some side dishes. "This is

her a bowl, the oats cooked to perfection, the chicken broth sweet and the shredded

help but have two bowls,

"If you like it, I'll make it