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!

did he expect her to present him with such a significant

snapped back to reality, realizing Eltham had known about her

you knew, why

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

stood frozen,

arranged by

thought Eltham actually had feelings for

disheartened, "All this time, did you think my

just don't understand. Before

were adults; love at first sight seemed

Brooke's cheek, soft and smooth as

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

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

Eltham caught her hand, "We should head out. The

someone else's child, and you still want

flat, showing a slight bulge but not too noticeable.

had ways to deal with the child

chill running down her spine, "Eltham,