The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1165

Brittany quipped, "Let me go change real quick."

She was lounging in her sweatpants and an old college tee, hardly the ensemble for company.

Eltham called out to her, "No need, comfort over formality, remember?"

Brittany had only offered out of politeness anyway. Hearing Eltham's reassurance, she dropped the matter and stood up, "Alright then, let's go."

Worried she might catch a chill, Eltham had the butler fetch a chunky knit cardigan for Brittany and a pair of hand warmers.

The early winter night was biting, and stepping outside, Brittany shivered uncontrollably. Eltham ushered her into the car, instructing the driver to crank up the heat to the max. ""Still cold?" he asked.

Not quite used to his attentiveness, Brittany felt a bit awkward but shook her head, "No, I'm good."

Eltham buckled up and signaled the driver to take off.

The sleek black car sped towards the royal estate.

Perhaps the news had dampened her spirits, for Brittany seemed disinterested, a stark contrast to Eltham, who appeared unaffected by the turmoil swirling around him.

"My mother might say some unpleasant things. Don't take it to heart," Eltham cautioned Brittany as they neared the estate.

"Okay."

ablaze with lights, the Queen evidently

clutching her hand warmers, utterly lacking the

of the royal family, and already so casual. How would she represent the crown, the beacon of Craneville, in

my call," Eltham defended Brittany. "If there's an issue, we can

tone but managed, "The

estate felt like a fortress,

Eltham to

third floor, Eltham asked Brittany to

""Come in."

the door, a

shattew straight at Eltham,

swoovel

upon impact

Brittany's face paled.

never seen the Queen

him in this position. She

but firm, "Have you vented enough? If so, we'll be leaving."

never spoken to the

he

showed a streak

heavily on her desk with a fierce

paused, "Would you like

wishing she