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?"

this wicked woman who wanted to marry her dad,

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

pouted, "I

her mom and dad to

somewhat understand Twila's feelings, "Well, you

flame, she would be

it sounded like

at Brittany and

Brittany, pregnant and moving

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

en

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

cooking personally and looked at Brittany with a

notice and took

some chicken and dumplings too!" Twila eyed the dish in

I'll ask the kitchen to make some for you." "No, I want

determined to

spoon, took a sip of the soup-homemade chicken broth as the base, delicious and aromatic. Eltham stood up, "I'll make

stubborn, "Can't Brittany just give

child, why couldn't the bad woman just give her the chicken and

Eltham frowned, "Twila."

enjoys chicken

in the morning.