The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 969

“Alright.”

After Hugh left, Brittany returned to her studio, only to be summoned away by Ysabel for a meeting.

Meanwhile, Hugh settled into the backseat of a sleek black Bentley.

The woman who had just dined with him spoke with deferential poise, “Young Master.”

“Erase all trails. We can’t let anyone trace our whereabouts.”

“There’s been someone snooping around the research institute,” the woman said with a slight frown. “Could it be Ms. Dustin?”

“I’ll persuade her to back off.”

Hugh leaned back against the plush leather seat. “How’s Estelle doing?”

“The Hartman family is being stubborn. She’s living with Mr. Dominic Hartman.”

“Hmph, she’s got nothing but Dominic on her mind. Forget it, let’s go.”

It took Brittany three days to finalize the design draft for Hugh, who was quite pleased

with the outcome.

Once she was sure everything was in order, Brittany handed the blueprints over to the factory.

As the end of the month neared, the buzz around Saskia’s wedding intensified.

abuzz with activity, the Metzger

for over half a month, and his wounds had significantly healed. He had completely forgotten about

on the other hand, was utterly exasperated by his attention. Mrs. Metzger’s hopes for her to keep Jonathan

brought her work to the hospital room, settling into

his eyes brimming with a plaintive look, fixated on Ophelia.

won’t you talk

attention unyielding from her documents.

with him, perhaps even finding him

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irritating emptiness; as if he’d lost something vital. Yet, Ophelia didn’t care for him. If it weren’t for Mrs. Metzger’s wishes, she probably wouldn’t stay

Jonathan’s head drooped like a wilted flower.

worked through her paperwork, she finally noticed Jonathan’s unusual silence. Recalling Mrs. Metzger’s request, Ophelia sighed internally and rose to

want to stay here

felt a surprising

her hand. “Drink

the glass, sipping carefully.

Ophelia had given him; he didn’t want to guzzle

hadn’t realized the extent of Jonathan’s infatuation. Before, it was directed at Saskia, now it seemed

her temples. “I’m not avoiding you. I’m just really busy.”

like me, then?” Jonathan’s gaze was

was caught by the idea of their engagement and his hopeful eyes, leaving her

long pause, she finally said,

receiving a desired toy, and he reached out, grabbing Ophelia’s