The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 945

Ophelia rubbed her temples in exasperation. “But Jonathan and I… we’re just not cut from the same cloth.”

Jonathan, to put it kindly, was harmless. To put it less kindly, he was a bit of a dimwit.

Ysabel frowned. “Lately, Jonathan’s been cozying up to Saskia a lot. If they bring up marriage now, he might not agree.”

Jonathan was the kind of naive guy who believed the whole world revolved around true love. He might even defy the Metzger family’s plans for the sake of his so-called true love. “Yes, but my mom’s word is final. I can’t oppose her.”

What Ophelia didn’t say was that, compared to those cunning and conniving heirs of wealth, a simpleton like Jonathan was much easier to control.

Ysabel got the hint and didn’t press further.

Halfway through their meeting, Ophelia excused herself to the restroom. When she returned, she found the manager trembling like a leaf by a private booth’s door.

His face was fraught with anxiety, which made Ophelia frown.

“What’s going on?”

“Ophelia,” the manager recognized her and quickly said, “Mr. Jonathan Metzger is in there, drunk as a lord, smashing things up!”

Jonathan?

remembered her mother’s instructions and turned back. “You all go on out, I’ll handle this.”

manager, visibly relieved, quickly herded the staff away.

surrounded by a sea of broken bottles. His shirt was crumpled, giving him a certain disheveled

a flick of the switch, the room was bathed

and nudged him

“Get lost!”

a foul mood. When Ophelia kicked him, he pushed her away so violently that she nearly stumbled. Muttering a curse under her breath, she

suddenly sober up. “Ophelia, I don’t like

dumped him on the couch. “You should talk to

dying

with unshed tears. “I’ve fallen for

yet she wasn’t oblivious to the world. She knew Jonathan was

“So, you…”

Ophelia looked down at him from her higher position. “This marriage proposal came

your family’s arrangement, then think about how you’ll take care of

the marriage. He tried to stand up quickly, but