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

to reality, realizing Eltham had known about

why go through all

Eltham's grip on Brooke's shoulders tightened, his gaze dark

stood frozen,

marriage arranged

actually had

this time, did you think my affection for you was all

understand. Before all this, we barely

at first sight seemed

Brooke's cheek, soft and smooth

shouldn't have done this. You

firmer, "I'll make you fall

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

"I'm carrying someone else's child, and you still want to

showing a slight bulge but not too noticeable. "Just

to deal with the child

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