The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart novel Chapter 1198

Brittany's eyes were wide with disbelief.

"Just go ahead and have the wedding."

Why wait and let things complicate further?

Brittany: ...

She knew Eltham wouldn't agree to call off the engagement.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

Eltham looked straight into Brittany’s eyes: "The thing with Twila, that was my fault. She's moved out of the royal residence, and she won't bother you again."

"I know you've been through a lot lately. I'll make it up to you."

Anything Brittany wanted, he was willing to give.

Except for calling off the engagement.

Eltham knew Brittany didn’t trust him, getting a bit impatient: "Bri, I don't want to pressure you, but don’t forget, I still have leverage over Isaac—"

Brittany’s grip on her glass tightened: "You’re going to lock me up again?"

Like before?

Eltham knew Brittany was angry, softening his tone: "I wouldn't do that, but if I can't find a better solution, I might have to consider it."

Brittany’s face flushed with anger: "You—"

Just then, dinner was served.

Brittany held her breath until the server left, and Eltham changed the subject, talking about recent events.

Brittany had so much to say but nowhere to vent, so she swallowed it down.

The meal was as tasteless as wax.

Brittany put down her fork early.

Eltham, on the other hand, enjoyed his meal.

"I wasn’t a big fan of Southern cuisine before, always thought it was too heavy, but now, I find it just right."

Eltham grew up in Craneville, used to lighter fare.

Though Southern cuisine wasn't as spicy and oily as some, compared to the delicate flavors of Craneville, it was bold and vibrant.

Eltham broke into a sweat from the spices, a flush spreading across his handsome face.

He was trying hard to adapt to Brittany’s world.

Brittany was unmoved.