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

about his health, Brittany insisted, "Time

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

and fell asleep

nestled in his embrace, comforted by his steady

was filled with their intertwined breathing, a sweet

ages, woke up to find Brittany still in his arms,

a while, he got up, tucked her in properly, and changed into casual wear

he enjoyed his privacy, and secondly, to keep

been months since he last made Brittany her favorite morning meal. It felt like a lifetime

over a pot of simmering oatmeal, its comforting scent filling

seeing her awake, raised an eyebrow. "Go freshen up;

up a pot of creamy chicken oatmeal, her favorite, alongside some side dishes. "This is your favorite, chicken oatmeal,

the chicken broth

have two bowls, barely putting

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