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.

my fiancé. Please stay

bright smile lighting up his face, making Ophelia’s cheeks

know full well

up. You were too busy heating things up with your now-husband. Look, Saskia, I don’t

her words as if

“Let’s go, Jonathan.”

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had no time

his face. “Ophelia, you just called me

her

knew you liked me.”

sighed. His brain must be fried; how was this even

Brittany

did you see?”

flames, Saskia and Jonathan, in a compromising moment. She raised an eyebrow.

teeth. “Your marriage to

frowned. Hanging by a thread?

much about you. He’s got plenty of other conquests. You’d better watch yourself.”

that, Saskia stormed off, her dress billowing behind

mighty? Isaac was no saint either. What right did she have to

playing the gracious hostess

husband.

poured her a cup of water. “What