The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Eltham handed the file to his assistant, "Let the media outside know, the medical results are in."

"Hold on-"

Brooke stood up, snatched the file, and flipped to her medical results.

All clear.

Something's not right!

She was pregnant, so why didn't it show?

Brooke suddenly realized something and turned to Eltham, her lips pressed tightly, "Eltham, did you switch the samples?"

The warmth on Eltham's face froze. He took the file back and handed it to his assistant, "Could you give us a moment, please?"

The assistant left the room.

"If I hadn't switched the samples, your results would be quite concerning, wouldn't they?"

Gone was Eltham's usual charm, replaced by a cutting edge unique to those in power, "Brooke, I genuinely like you, and I truly want to marry you, but you—" You're not playing by the rules!

expect her to present him with such

back to reality, realizing Eltham had known about her

you knew, why go through all

grip on Brooke's shoulders tightened, his gaze dark and unfathomable, "I like you, so you have to

stood frozen,

arranged by

Eltham actually

"All this time, did you think my affection for you was all

understand. Before all this, we barely

love at first sight

his hand, caressing Brooke's cheek, soft

lip, "You shouldn't have done this. You should know,

firmer, "I'll make you

"We

carrying someone else's child, and you still want to

no longer flat, showing a

had ways to deal

a chill running down her spine,