The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart (Brittany and Isaac) novel Chapter 1152

"No way."

Eltham's reply was firm. "I've told you countless times, I really like you, Brittany. Seriously. Whether you're on board or not, you're the only one I want as my wife."

Brittany couldn't fathom what Eltham saw in her. "What do you like about me, exactly?"

She changed? Could she really?

Eltham, misunderstanding her, thought she wanted a heart-to-heart.

He chuckled softly, "The first time I saw you, you were like a fairy, reigniting my long-lost sense of freedom. Then, as I got to know you better, you surpassed my expectations—more talented, more exceptional. You're worth all my affection."

Brittany was choked up.

Truth be told, she'd always doubted her worth.

She felt she couldn't compare to many, like Loraine Field, or the princess before... yet, in Eltham's eyes, she was exceptional.

Being recognized felt joyous.

Unfortunately, this confession came under such circumstances.

"Eltham, I was wrong to hide the truth from you, and I'm sorry."

Brittany owed him an apology. "From the start, I've never had feelings for you. My agreement to the engagement was only because the royal family targeted the Lynette family."

"By then, I was already with Isaac."

Guilt was evident in Brittany's voice. "Eltham, I thought about telling you the truth before our pre-marital checkup, but I didn't anticipate you'd find out so soon."

Hearing Brittany's apology didn't bring Eltham any joy; instead, he knew her apology was a tactic to soften his heart.

"I know."

"But I always feel you should give me a chance. How else will you know you won't fall for me in your lifetime?"

Eltham was confident. "Looks, background, I'm in no way inferior to Isaac. I'm confident that given enough time, you'd fall for me."

Brittany gave up on trying to reason with him. He wouldn't let her go.

Eltham, noticing her intent, simply smiled.

Back at the villa, Brittany retreated to her room.

Eltham's first attempt at cooking was far from smooth.

Getting splattered with hot oil multiple times, his hands were blistered, but he was too focused on the dishes to care.

Brittany, attracted by the scent of mint, came downstairs.

"Mint pork ribs for dinner again?"

The butler nodded. "His Highness is cooking himself."

Brittany was stunned. Eltham could cook?

As she followed the butler into the dining room and saw Eltham's silhouette through the glass door, a pang of discomfort hit her. She truly didn't like Eltham.

Eltham's efforts to please her felt in vain. She couldn't force her feelings, only feeling guilt and discomfort.

Knowing Brittany's feelings towards him were cold, the butler sighed, "Ms. Lynette, I know you don't fancy His Highness, but he's sincere. If you could reciprocate even a fraction of his feelings, it would make him happier, and he'd treat you even better."

Brittany massaged her temples. "Feelings can't be built on gratitude alone."