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!

forced Brooke nor did he expect her to present him

had known about her pregnancy from the

why go

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

stood frozen, "You like

arranged

never thought Eltham actually had feelings for

disheartened, "All this time, did you think my affection

"I just don't understand. Before all

love at

caressing Brooke's cheek, soft and

"You shouldn't have done this. You should

firmer, "I'll make you fall in

but Eltham caught her hand, "We should head out. The journalists are waiting."

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

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

ways to deal with the

chill running down her spine,