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!

wedding was imminent.

savings to her. “Saskia, here’s a cool two million,

as she took the bank card. “Holden, I’ll

back and visit

but now that she had come of

her not to be capricious

Saskia listened attentively.

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left, Saskia transferred the money into her personal

prepared a luxurious 6,000-square-foot apartment worth over three million as part of

Saskia felt slighted.

her vast wealth, was being stingy. This was how she

was momentarily lost in

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

played the part of the doting daughter. “Mom, thank you for raising me.

Leila thought about Saskia’s marriage and the involvement of the Metzger family, she

twist in her heart.

for the meddling Metzgers, you’d have married Jonathan by now. But no matter, I am content with