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.

of his savings to her. “Saskia, here’s a cool two million, consider it a wedding

in Saskia’s eyes as she took the

come back and visit me after

leaving, but now that she had come of

two hours. Holden carefully advised her

Saskia listened attentively.

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Chapter 970

Saskia transferred the money

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

Saskia felt slighted.

vast wealth, was being stingy. This was how

Saskia, was momentarily

it was yesterday,

Leila’s lap, played the part of the doting daughter. “Mom, thank you for raising me. I promise to make you

thought about Saskia’s marriage and the involvement of the Metzger

a twist in her

married Jonathan by now. But no matter, I am content with this match, and I’ll rest