The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

"Dad!"

Abby's face lit up when she saw Wesley, her joyful greeting warming his heart.

Wesley scooped his daughter into his arms and spotted Brittany across the room.

"Brittany, can your son please stop chasing after my daughter?"

They're so young, yet he's already thinking about running away with her!

Brittany sighed, "Do you really think she listens to me?"

Daniel looked up innocently, "Mr. Tueley, don't you like me?"

Wesley shook his head, "It's not that."

"Then why can't Abby and I be together?"

Wesley was at a loss for words.

Was this really about whether or not he liked the kid?

"My daughter is only six, not even seven yet!"

"I am too."

Daniel puffed out his chest, "But I've already thought it through."

Wesley frowned, "I'm worried Abby hasn't thought it through."

"Dad, I have thought it through," Abby suddenly said. "I really like Daniel, and I want to be with him forever." Wesley's heart sank.

daughter, planning a

Tueley, see? Abby's made up her mind. She wants to

"Brittany, if I end up having to discipline

"No way."

from the bathroom, grabbing his

hung up the call and tossed the tablet into Daniel's lap,

face fell, "Mr. Tueley, it's wrong

dryly, "And

with Abby in

sought out Yuri, "Grandpa, what do I do? Mr. Tueley doesn't like me. He wants to separate me and Abby-" Yuri patted his head, "Then you just have to be good to Abby. When

for a moment,

was surprised by Daniel's maturity but was about to

like him at first. Why did you accept

Yuri sighed...

That's a long story.

the eyes seriously, "Because your dad truly loved your

That's why I could

Daniel seemed to understand.

...

pocketed his phone and climbed

night well spent

and Isaac's interactions became more frequent, no longer hiding as before. Eltham, as

Brittany rarely accepted.

Eltham always found a way to pressure her,

several dinners with Eltham, making the whole town think they were deeply in

one dinner, Brittany excused herself to

was

all talking about her

and Prince Eltham