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 finish

about his health, Brittany insisted,

bedroom. As they lay down,

genuinely exhausted and fell asleep almost

nestled in his embrace, comforted by his

intertwined breathing, a

for the first time in ages, woke up to find Brittany still in his

he got up, tucked her in properly, and changed

servants. Firstly, because he enjoyed

he last made Brittany her favorite morning meal.

delicious aroma. She found Isaac, apron-clad, watching over a pot of simmering oatmeal, its comforting scent

eyebrow.

quick visit to the bathroom, Brittany returned fully awake to find Isaac serving up a pot of creamy

the chicken broth sweet and the shredded chicken tender, melting

couldn't help but have two bowls, barely putting

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