The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 983

Ophelia was the epitome of grace in her sky-high stilettos, mingling among the guests with a smile that belied the searing pain in her heels. She had been enduring the discomfort all evening, but a moment of weakness had betrayed her to Jonathan.

Jonathan had always been headstrong.

Their families, observing the bond between them, turned a blind eye to the little indiscretions of young love.

Seeking solace in the sanctuary of a quiet lounge, Jonathan located a first-aid kit. He knelt before her, reaching out to tend to Ophelia's injured foot.

Ophelia flinched, instinctively pulling back. "Jonathan..."

There was no need for him to go to such lengths.

Jonathan, usually easygoing, could be imperious when he chose to be.

Ignoring her protests, he gently took her foot, removed her shoe, and with meticulous care, dabbed at the wound with a cotton swab soaked in antiseptic. He then applied a band-aid and handed her a pair of comfortable ballet flats. "Don't wear those shoes anymore. Put these on."

Ophelia frowned. "I can't possibly..."

ever heard of pairing a cocktail dress with

his grip firm yet tender

She found herself yielding without further

"You've

harsh with

was known for his kindness, rarely speaking

was a surprise to

downed a glass of the sweet liquid, his voice laced with disbelief. "Hard to imagine

Ophelia was puzzled.

he questioning

when I was hurt. If it was just me chasing after someone who didn't love me, then it's my own fault. But if she ever reciprocated, that just means she never

in love with

Ophelia suffer for someone who

confirmed. "You did a lot

expression turned odd, and after a moment, he approached Ophelia. He took her hands with solemnity. "Ophelia, I'm sorry for the pain

pause, she replied, taking his hand, "Jonathan,

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