The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 973

“Are you blaming me, Jonathan?”

Chapter 973

Jonathan jerked back in surprise, shoving Saskia away as panic washed over his face. “Who are you, and why are you hugging me?”

Did they even know each other? Why was she hugging him? Wasn’t she married?

Saskia’s eyes brimmed with tears, her voice quivering. “Jonathan, I know you’re mad at me. Are you upset because I didn’t come to see you? I’ve missed you so much, but my mom wouldn’t let us be together. I truly love you.”

She was convinced Jonathan was just flaunting his relationship with Ophelia to get a rise

out of her.

Jonathan frowned, finding the whole situation absurd. “Shut up. Do you even listen to yourself? You’re married. How can you say such things?”

He glanced around nervously, hoping no one would witness this scene and jump to conclusions.

Saskia was inconsolable.

If it had been the old Jonathan, he would have been unable to resist her tears, but now, Ophelia filled his thoughts; Saskia was a stranger to him now.

How could she be married and yet hold him and declare her love? It was nothing short of infidelity.

“Jonathan, did Ophelia say something to you? Don’t believe her. She’s just jealous of what we have.”

“Saskia.” Ophelia emerged from the restroom to find Saskia clinging to Jonathan. Her possessiveness flared at the sight of someone else coveting what was hers.

is my fiancé. Please stay away

as Ophelia affirmed their engagement, a bright smile

clenched her teeth. “Ophelia, you know full well

loves you so much, why weren’t you there when he needed you most?” Ophelia scoffed. “Don’t tell me the Lynette family locked you up. You were too busy heating

her words as if

“Let’s go, Jonathan.”

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had no time for this nonsense.

grin on his face. “Ophelia, you just

her

you liked me.”

must be fried; how was this even a happy

humiliated and fuming when she spotted Brittany not far away, her face turning pale.

you see?”

had just come to use the restroom and had caught the old flames, Saskia and Jonathan, in a compromising moment. She

gritted her teeth. “Your marriage to Isaac is hanging by

frowned. Hanging by a thread? According to whom?

about you. He’s got

off, her dress billowing behind her.

and mighty? Isaac was no saint either. What

playing

husband.

poured her a cup of