The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1143

Brittany had been cooped up for three days now.

During these days, Eltham swung by numerous times, only to be met with Brittany’s cold shoulder. Yet, it never seemed to faze him; if anything, he appeared even more delighted.

He rambled on to himself, professing his undying love for her, how much he adored her.

Brittany thought Eltham had lost his marbles.

True affection wasn’t about imprisonment.

Nor was it about relentlessly causing harm.

Yet, for some reason, Eltham was dead set on keeping her locked away.

Brittany was in a foul mood, her morning sickness intensifying by the day, far worse than before.

She was vomiting so much it felt like the world was spinning.

In just a few days, she had lost a significant amount of weight, her cheeks hollow, her eyes haunted by exhaustion.

Eltham was beside himself with worry: “Pregnancy is so tough, I swear I won’t let you suffer like this again.”

“You planning on getting a vasectomy?”

Brittany scoffed, “Or is it that you can’t have kids?”

Wasn’t he the one saying they should be together?

How could he then promise she wouldn’t suffer?

“Of course not,” Eltham frowned, “Why should you go through all this trouble when someone else can?”

“You thinking of surrogacy?”

“Have you lost your mind? That’s illegal!”

“In Craneville, it’s not against the law,” Eltham didn’t see the issue. “I just don’t want you to suffer, I really don’t see what’s wrong with that.”

Brittany felt Eltham was not only mad but also morally bankrupt!

“Eltham, listen to me, I will not marry you, nor will I condone such methods—”

The mere thought disgusted her.

A womb isn’t a commodity for trade.

Eltham didn’t expect such strong opposition. Just as he was about to argue, Brittany covered her mouth and rushed into the bathroom, vomiting again.