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

reality, realizing Eltham had known about her pregnancy from the

knew, why go through

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

frozen, "You like

marriage arranged by

thought Eltham actually had feelings for

this time, did you

thinned, "I just don't understand. Before all this, we

adults; love at first sight seemed

his hand, caressing Brooke's cheek, soft and smooth as he

have done

Eltham's grip became firmer, "I'll make you fall

hand, "We should head

yelled, "I'm carrying someone else's child,

glanced lightly at her belly, no longer flat, showing a slight bulge

to

sensed his intentions, a chill running down her spine,