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

to reality, realizing Eltham had known about

knew, why go through all

dark and unfathomable, "I like you, so you have

frozen,

arranged

Eltham actually had feelings

did you think

just don't understand. Before all this, we barely knew

at

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

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

grip became firmer, "I'll make you

her hand, "We should head out. The

someone else's child,

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

he had ways to deal

down her spine, "Eltham, is it worth it,