The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

The wolf in sheep's clothing had finally shown his true colors, utterly untrustworthy.

Eltham set down the plate: "I asked the kitchen to make you some chicken noodle soup, you should have some."

He acted as if he hadn't heard.

Feeling utterly drained, Brittany approached Eltham, hoping to make one last effort. "Eltham, you don't actually like me. We're not a good match. There's no need for us to make this any more awkward, right?" Eltham's face darkened instantly. "How do you know I don't really like you?"

"Bri, I do like you."

"I know you might not be able to accept me right now, but we have all the time in the world," Eltham said, as if caught in some delusion. "Don't worry, once you've accepted me, I'll take good care of you." Brittany suddenly felt like talking to him was just a waste of breath.

In a sudden move, she knocked over the chicken soup. "Get out!"

Eltham wasn't angry. "Rest well. I'll have the servants bring you another. Let them know if you need anything."

Brittany ignored him completely.

As Eltham reached the door, he turned back. "The news about us passing the prenuptial health check has spread. Everyone's looking forward to our engagement party. I hope you can attend in your best form." Brittany remained silent.

Eltham closed the door, instructed the servants to take good care of Brittany, and left with long strides.

drove off

her friends had already arrived and

"Congratulations, almost engaged now."

the shoulder. "I heard you and Brittany really put on a show of affection. Your lovey-dovey photos are all over the

match made in heaven,

engagement around the corner, we've got to celebrate

eyes filled with awkwardness. She had thought the prenuptial health check would embarrass Brittany, but the results had

of strong whiskey slid down his throat. His friends got drunk, but he

the health check results... there's really no

Brittany had really miscarried? Or had the samples been

put down his glass. "Do you wish there was

in his eyes and instinctively

I don't like you. In other words, even if Brittany

was earnest. "We grew up together. I see you as a sister.

you're talking about."

at that. "It's getting late. You should head back

realized she was sweating

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