"Wait a minute!"


    Yuri stopped Piper in her tracks. "Ms. Walker, Bri''s room is a bit of a personal sanctuary. Please, tread carefully."


    Piper, relentless in her pursuit, countered, "Mr. Lte, I''ve known Ms. Lte for some time now. Don''t I have the right to go up and see her?"


    "It''ste, and I''m just worried about disturbing Bri''s rest."


    Yuri stood his ground. "Eltham, you know Bri hasn''t been feeling welltely. I''ve already sent the butler to knock on her door. If Ms. Walker ends up disturbing Bri, it won''t be a small matter." Piper was about to retort.


    "Piper, I just called Bri. She''s changing her clothes," Eltham interjected, frowning at Piper''s eagerness. "She hasn''t been in the best of healthtely. Let''s just wait, okay?"


    Piper squinted suspiciously. "Mr. Lte, since you''ve put it that way, we''ll wait downstairs."


    "But is Ms. Lte really at home?"


    She suspected Brittany might have sneaked out for a secret rendezvous with her underground boyfriend.


    "Ms. Walker, watch your words!"


    Yuri''s voice thundered with anger. "My daughter has always been dignified and respectful. She would never do anything to tarnish her reputation. Don''t let me hear such usations again!" Piper was effectively silenced, not daring to speak further.


    Yuri brewed a pot of coffee, settling down with Eltham and the group in the living room. They had some wine, and the staff prepared a special hangover soup.


    "Truly sorry about this."


    Eltham felt a bit guilty for intruding sote, but his friends were eager to meet Brittany.


    "No worries."


    Yuri was slightly displeased but didn''t show it.


    After having the hangover soup and just when they were about to ask again, a figure slowly descended the stairs.


    "Bri."


    Brittany, in a sleek grey sweater paired with ck jeans, looked effortlessly elegant and slender.Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.


    Eltham''s friends had met Brittany before but hadn''t had the chance for a private encounter.


    Without makeup, Brittany still radiated beauty, leaving the friends whispering among themselves in awe of her looks. Eltham handed over a gift box. "Bri, sorry to disturb your rest. They wanted to see you, and I... well, I wanted to as well." Brittany knew Eltham meant no harm, but Piper''s intentions were dubious at best.


    "Have you had the hangover soup?" she asked, epting the gift.


    "We have," Eltham affirmed, unable to take his eyes off Brittany.


    The friends teased, promptingughter and greetings from Brittany, with Piper''s face turning sour, her earlier certainty of Brittany''s absence crumbling. Pretending as if nothing was amiss, she remarked, "Eltham has been quite concerned about you, insisting on seeing you even after drinks."


    "Piper," Eltham said, annoyed.


    The friends, now satisfied having seen Brittany, started to leave. Brittany made sure Eltham was safely driven back to the Royal Residence and instructed the butler to look after him.


    Piper watched all this with a clenched jaw. Brittany''s meticulous attention to detail left no room for criticism, endearing her even more to their friends.


    After everyone had left, Brittany finally rxed.


    Yuri followed, asking, "You weren''t-"


    "Let''s head back to rest, Dad."


    Brittany didn''t answer his question directly.


    Yuri sighed, "Alright then."


    Back in her room, Brittany exhaled deeply, only for a pair of arms to encircle her waist from behind. "Scared?"


    Brittany gave him a look. "Of course."


    She had thought they''d be caught for sure, but Isaac had skillfully helped her escape through the window,nding safely. Isaac, unable to resist, pressed his lips to hers in a fervent kiss, full of intensity.


    Brittany, caught off guard, clung to his neck, whispering, "Slow down."


    Pregnant, she couldn''t go all the way, which only frustrated them both. Isaac, breathing heavily, said he''d take a cold shower. Seeing his obvious difort, Brittany grabbed his hand firmly. "Don''t you dare."