“Shot you a text yesterday.”
With a good-natured smile, Eltham quipped, “You didn’t reply.”
Brittany had been battling morning sickness, feeling utterly drained.
“Heard from Mr. Lynette you were taking some time off. Thought I’d drop by.”
Eltham knew Brittany wasn’t keen on surprises, but after being away on business for so long, he genuinely missed her.
Brittany shook her head, “Give me a sec, I’ll change.”
Eltham caught her arm gently, “No need, you look great as is.”
Shrugging it off, Brittany asked, “Have you eaten?”
“Not yet.”
“I’ll have the housekeeper whip something up.”
Eltham nodded in appreciation.
The housekeeper was quick on their feet, serving up a hearty meal of three dishes and a soup in the dining room.
After Brittany tackled her spicy noodle dish, easing her nausea, she sat beside Eltham and brewed him a cup of coffee. “How was the trip?”
“So far, so good.”
Eltham couldn’t take his eyes off her.
Their moments together were scarce, and Brittany was usually all business and grace. It was rare to see her casual, laid-back side.
Effortlessly chic.
Like a noble, aloof cat yet touched by the warmth of human life, she radiated an exceptional glow.
“You look thinner, everything alright?”
Brittany shook her head, "Might be the workload lately, haven’t been feeling great."
“I was in a car accident a while back, took a toll on my health.”
Aware of the accident, Eltham was concerned, “Should I get some doctors to look after you?”
“No need, I’ve seen a doctor.”
If the royal doctors examined her, wouldn’t her pregnancy become public knowledge?
If the royals could annul the marriage, well and good. But if not, it could endanger the child and possibly even involve Isaac.
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