The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"No way."

Eltham's reply was firm. "I've told you countless times, I really like you, Brittany. Seriously. Whether you're on board or not, you're the only one I want as my wife."

Brittany couldn't fathom what Eltham saw in her. "What do you like about me, exactly?"

She changed? Could she really?

Eltham, misunderstanding her, thought she wanted a heart-to-heart.

He chuckled softly, "The first time I saw you, you were like a fairy, reigniting my long-lost sense of freedom. Then, as I got to know you better, you surpassed my expectations-more talented, more exceptional. You're worth all my affection." Brittany was choked up.

Truth be told, she'd always doubted her worth.

She felt she couldn't compare to many, like Loraine Field, or the princess before... yet, in Eltham's eyes, she was exceptional.

Being recognized felt joyous.

Unfortunately, this confession came under such circumstances.

"Eltham, I was wrong to hide the truth from you, and I'm sorry."

Brittany owed him an apology. "From the start, I've never had feelings for you. My agreement to the engagement was only because the royal family targeted the Lynette family." "By then, I was already with Isaac."

in Brittany's voice. "Eltham, I thought about telling you the truth before our pre-marital checkup, but I didn't

Eltham any joy; instead, he knew her apology was a tactic to soften

"I know."

How else

I'm in no way inferior to Isaac. I'm confident that given

on trying to reason with

her

Brittany retreated to her

butler, "What

mint pork ribs, sweet and sour

was puzzled.

never inquired about such

up his sleeves, Eltham declared, "Prepare

research, Isaac cooked personally; he could do the

relayed the message to

pampered from birth, even the

nervously suggesting, "Your Highness, perhaps

determined to prove to Brittany that what Isaac could do,

ribs until crispy on the outside and tender inside, then adding fresh mint leaves until they were crisp,

at cooking was far

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