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."

the pork chop and found it

"It's really good."

She answered truthfully.

the pain from the blisters on his hand, he raised an eyebrow: "Tell me whatever you want to eat next time, I can learn to make it." Brittany, with her lips tightly pursed, replied: "You really

doing so much only made

that way: "I like you, and I want to treat

found herself at a loss for words

noticed the blisters on Eltham's

shot him a glare, not wanting Brittany to know:

going to take a shoel.net belongs to

be

noticed his injuries but couldn't express her

couldn't give Eltham any false hope, lest he

Eltham joined

"Aren't you eating?"

noticed the serving wasn't

need, just the smell of cooking

who cook often don't have

but say:

such skilled hands in the kitchen