The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 1176

Brittany couldn't help but chuckle, "That's not what I meant."

Isaac, slightly irritated, retorted, "Don't go feeling sorry for anyone else."

It had been a while since they last saw each other, and Brittany had a lot to say to him. Yet, when the words reached her lips, she felt they were unnecessary.

An eerie silence fell upon the room, their breaths intertwining. Brittany lay in his arms, and through the thin layer of fabric, she could clearly hear his heartbeat. Isaac gently squeezed her waist, "Time to sleep."

Brittany, who usually found it hard to sleep in unfamiliar beds, felt much more at ease with him around and unknowingly drifted off to sleep in his embrace. Isaac was in a rush this time, his time was limited.

He couldn't stay for long.

Once she fell asleep, he carefully moved away from her, pulled the blanket over, and tucked her in properly.

She seemed a bit fuller lately, probably due to the pregnancy, making her look even more delicate. He reached out, caressing her face for a long while before finally leaving. The deep, dark night swallowed all traces.

When Brittany woke up again, the space beside her was empty.

Heading downstairs, she bumped into Twila.

Twila was on the lean side, her hair slightly yellowed, probably from malnutrition.

Twila stared at Brittany, "Are you going to marry my dad?"

was this wicked woman who wanted to marry her dad, which was why her mom couldn't

her voice but didn't take it to heart, "Given the current situation,

"I

she wanted was for her

could somewhat understand Twila's

Hestia could rekindle their old flame, she would be happy to

it sounded

at Brittany and stomped

Brittany, pregnant and moving

made her way to the dining room. There, Twila sat at the table, surprisingly calm and docile, a stark contrast from her earlier

en

queen, and Eltham came over with her favorite breakfast, chicken and dumplings,

was clearly surprised to see Eltham cooking personally and looked at Brittany with a hint of

not to notice

Twila eyed the dish in front of

had only made one serving of chicken and dumplings, "Alright, I'll ask the kitchen to make some for you." "No, I want the ones

determined to have Brittany's

of the soup-homemade chicken broth as

stubborn, "Can't Brittany just give hers to

bad woman

Eltham frowned, "Twila."

enjoys

in the morning.