The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Liking someone is just that, liking them. Not liking them is the same deal.

She knows how to distinguish between being touched and having feelings.

"But, you and Prince Eltham are eventually going to tie the knot," the butler, who watched Eltham grow up, observed how now Eltham could set aside his pride for Brittany, a clear sign of his genuine affection. "Ms. Lynette, I've watched Prince Eltham grow up, and he has never treated anyone quite like this before."

"Hasn't he been in relationships before?"

The butler's expression carried a hint of disdain: "Those were mere follies of youth, not to be considered true love."

Brittany noticed that Eltham and those around him seemed to disdain the matter.

"What kind of person was Eltham's ex-girlfriend?"

"Carefree, materialistic, rebellious," the butler listed a bunch of negatives: "Totally unlike you."

It was hard for Brittany to imagine Eltham being interested in such a person, or perhaps, the butler was so biased against the girl that his words were not entirely objective. Eltham tried and failed three times, only to be somewhat satisfied on his last attempt.

Although it wasn't a patch on the head chef's skills.

Apart from frying pork chops, he also simmered a pot of chicken soup, adding a bunch of herbs known for their health benefits.

He personally brought the dishes to the dining room, placing them before Brittany with a hint of eagerness: "I made it myself, give it a try."

tasted the pork chop and found it much more delicious than

"It's really good."

She answered truthfully.

"Tell me whatever you want to eat next time, I can learn to make it." Brittany, with her

meant to be, and Eltham doing so much only made

that way: "I like you, and I want to treat you well, what's wrong

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Eltham joined Brittany for

"Aren't you eating?"

noticed the serving

of cooking

often

finished all the food, and finally couldn't help but say: "You

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