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

snapped back to reality, realizing Eltham had known about her

knew, why go through

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

frozen, "You like

marriage arranged

thought Eltham actually

did you think my

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

were adults; love at first sight seemed

caressing Brooke's cheek, soft

done this. You

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

her hand, "We should

carrying someone else's child,

at her belly, no longer flat, showing a slight bulge but

ways to

his intentions, a chill running down her spine, "Eltham, is it worth it,