The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

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Chapter 970 “Ophelia, don’t you like me?” Jonathan asked, confusion lacing his voice. “So why does the idea of marryingnot 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, | 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 | swear you'll never have to endure hardship because of me.” Ophelia let out a chuckle.

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Such a fool! Saskia’s wedding was imminent. [x] Holden transferred a part of his savings to her. “Saskia, here's a cool two million, consider it a wedding gift from me.” Tears welled up in Saskia’s eyes as she took the bank card. “Holden, I'll miss you.” “Make sure you cback and visitafter you're married, okay?” Holden's only family was Saskia. He hated the idea of her leaving, but now that she had cof age, he could only offer his blessing.

The siblings talked for nearly two hours. Holden carefully advised her not to be capricious or reckless in her marriage.

Saskia listened attentively.

1/2 09:513 Chapter 970 After Holden left, Saskia transferred the money into her personal account.

Leila prepared a luxurious 6,000-square-foot apartment worth over three million as part of Saskia’s wedding gift.

Saskia felt slighted.

Leila, with her vast wealth, was being stingy. This was how she treated her “precious daughter”? Leila, looking at Saskia, was momentarily lost in thought.

“I remember when you first joined the Lynette family as if it was yesterday, and now, in the blink of an eye, you're getting married.” Saskia took the deed, then crawled into Leila’s lap, played the part of the doting daughter. “Mom, thank you for raising me. | promise to make you proud.” As Leila thought about Saskia’s marriage and the involvement of the Metzger family, she felt a twist in her heart.

“If it wasn’t for the meddling Metzgers, you'd have married Jonathan by now. But no matter, | am content with this match, and I'll rest easy knowing you're well married.” Saskia’s gaze dropped. If Jonathan couldn't even offer her marriage, he didn’t deserve to be with her.

On the eve of Saskia’s wedding, Brittany was summoned back to the Lynette family.

That evening, the Lynette family held a banquet.

Yuri, though not particularly close to Saskia, felt sentimental watching her grow up.

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“Saskia, after you're married, no more foolishness. And don’t act as rashly as you used to,” he cautioned.

The Brandt family held s influence in Craneville too, ay ROW that Sasi proud bb fatto it, she hid'th behave appropriately under watchful eyes. Saskia, internally grumbling about her modest wedding gift, replied with feigned obedience, “Dad, | understand.” Yuri then turned to Brittany. “You'll cwithto the wedding tomorrow.” “Of course.” After dinner, Yuri took Holden upstairs to discuss business matters.

Brittany had never been fond of the Lynette family, es TRY with eila’s front at left her drained. She stood up, ready to leave.

“Wait.” Leila called out to Brittany with a tone of Suneoety "Gaskid’s Era Have you prépared a wedding gift?”

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