The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 970

“Ophelia, don’t you like me?” Jonathan asked, confusion lacing his voice. “So why does the idea of marrying me not seem to make you happy?”

When he woke up, Ophelia was the first person he saw. Since then, he saw Ophelia as his everything.

Ophelia couldn’t bring herself to talk about the past, and with a weighty tone, she sat beside him on the bed. “Jonathan, if you want to marry me, I’ll say yes. But once I’m married, divorce isn’t an option for me. Even if you remember those things from before, I

won’t leave.”

It wasn’t just about the two of them; it was about uniting their families. A divorce would be a devastating scandal for both families.

Jonathan, grinning, took Ophelia’s hand and caressed it gently. “But I’ve never thought about leaving you.”

Ophelia searched his face for any hint of deception but found only sincerity in his eyes.

Suddenly, she softened. “Alright then, let’s get married.”

On all accounts, Jonathan was the perfect match. Besides, the engagement was set, and turning back wasn’t an option.

Holding her hand tight, Jonathan promised, “Ophelia, I’ll love you right, and I swear you’ll never have to endure hardship because of me.”

Ophelia let out a chuckle.

Such a fool!

was

“Saskia, here’s a cool two million, consider it a

up in Saskia’s eyes as she took the

you come back and visit

leaving, but now that she had come of age, he could only

talked for nearly two hours. Holden carefully advised her not to be capricious or reckless in

Saskia listened attentively.

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Chapter 970

Saskia transferred the money into her

6,000-square-foot apartment worth over three million as part of Saskia’s wedding

Saskia felt slighted.

being stingy. This was how she treated

Saskia, was momentarily lost

first joined the Lynette family as if it was yesterday, and now, in the blink of

the part of the doting daughter. “Mom, thank you

the

twist in

meddling Metzgers, you’d have married Jonathan by now. But no matter, I am content with this match, and I’ll rest