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."

Brittany tasted the pork chop and found it much more delicious than she had anticipated.

"It's really good."

She answered truthfully.

Seeing her savor the meal made Eltham forget 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 don't have to do this—"

They weren't meant to be, and Eltham doing so much only made her feel overwhelmed.

Eltham didn't see it that way: "I like you, and I want to treat you well, what's wrong with that?"

For the first time, Brittany found herself at a loss for words under his gleaming gaze.

The butler noticed the blisters on Eltham's hand and gasped.

But Eltham shot him a glare, not wanting Brittany to know: "Eat slowly,

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Brittany too noticed his injuries but couldn't express her concern.

She couldn't give Eltham any false hope, lest he fall deeper.

After his shower, Eltham joined Brittany for dinner.

"Aren't you eating?"

Brittany noticed the serving wasn't large.

"No need, just the smell of cooking fills me up," Eltham replied honestly.

Those who cook often don't have much appetite.

Brittany finished all the food, and finally couldn't help but say: "You should apply some ointment to your hand."

Using such skilled hands in the kitchen seemed a bit of a waste.

Eltham chuckled: "You're concerned about me."

Brittany put down her utensils: "Not really."Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

She stood up to leave.

Eltham watched the cleared plates, a smile playing on his lips.

The meal eased the previously tense atmosphere between them, and while Brittany couldn't maintain her cold demeanor towards Eltham any longer, no romantic sparks flew either.

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Suddenly, the scheduled date for the surgery arrived.

Brittany hadn't slept all night; she couldn't go through with the surgery. This was her and Isaac's child, and only they had the right to decide its fate.

That morning, Brittany refused to head to the hospital. Eltham stared straight at her: "Bri, you promised me." Brittany was tense all over.

Seeing her refusal, Eltham pulled out a stack of documents and pushed them towards Brittany: "Take a look at these first."