The Billionaire Who Stole My Heart

Chapter 955

Meanwhile, Jonathan found himself in an unexpected confrontation with Leila.

“Mr. Metzger,” she greeted, her voice holding a weight that demanded respect.

Jonathan, ever the gentleman, nodded in acknowledgment.

“I’m here to ask you to let my daughter go,” she began, her words slicing through the silence like a sharp knife.

Jonathan’s face drained of color. “Madam…”

“Saskia is my pride and joy. I’ve raised her since she was a babe in arms. She’s not getting any younger; she can’t afford to wait.” Leila had not expected Jonathan to be so ineffectual. After all this time, he hadn’t managed to make the Metzgers come around.

“You cannot give Saskia the life she deserves anymore.” A flicker of contempt crossed Leila’s eyes. “Can your month’s pay even buy her a dress?”

Jonathan felt a flush of embarrassment scalding his cheeks. “Does Saskia think so too?”

“Saskia has been pining for you these days, but you can’t give her the happiness she seeks.” Leila’s heart ached for her daughter. “Mr. Metzger, if you truly care for Saskia, you’ll let her go.”

silent, his heart

in an unprecedented move, decided to take a day off and arranged a meeting with Saskia at

her cheek bearing the

was palpable as he saw the evidence of violence

with sobs. “It’s nothing, I just bumped into

breaking. “Did Leila

tears cascading down her cheeks uncontrollably. “Jonathan, I truly care for you, but I can’t defy my mother. I owe her

tears shattered Jonathan’s resolve.

his arms. Stripped of her usual luxury and wealth, Jonathan shed his veneer of pride. He smelled of the diner’s kitchen, an

nose, sobbing bitterly. “Jonathan, I can only

to our marriage” Jonathan was elated, blind to the disgust hidden in Saskia’s eyes. He dropped Saskia off at the Lynette estate, then took the public

stunned as Jonathan knelt before

papers at him. “You want to marry her? For Saskia, you’ve worn yourself ragged. Have you considered that during this time, Saskia has been nothing but a social butterfly? The

the settle-down type.

to believe it. “It’s Leila, she’s forcing