Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 388 Apprehension Jonathan's words, delivered in his lazy, roguish tone, made Rose stiffen. When she caught the wicked gleam in his eyes, she immediately knew what he meant to do.

As his handsface inched closer, she instinctively drew back. However, his hand, which cupped the back of her head, kept her from pulling away. She could feel his breath tickling her cheek, his mouth dangerously close to her neck.

His teeth were about to graze her skin when she suddenly cried out, "You were clear! You made yourself very clear!" Jonathan stopped, but that did not mean he was pleased with her surrender. She hadn't so much as batted an eye when she said those cruel things to him He had to punish her to soothe his wounded soul and pride.

"What did I say?" he whispered into the crook between her neck and shoulder. Rose's body tingled at his playful, devilish tone. When she did not answer immediately, he prompted in a velvety voice, "Hmm?" He was demanding a response. What did he say? Rose picked through Jonathan's words from moments ago, her face warming.

Jonathan repeated lazily, his lips brushing against her skin, "What did I say?" Not daring to dawdle, Rose blurted, "I'm yours... I'm yours!" Blood rushed to her cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth.

Thankfully, Jonathan stopped teasing her after that. Satisfied, he reluctantly pulled away from her and took in the blush on her cheeks, illuminated by the street light overhead. Judging by her glistening eyes, she was flustered.

He did not hide his satisfaction as he pointed out with faint amusement, "Well, you didn't have to say it twice. But at least you've made your undying and unrequited love forcrystal clear." Rose gaped at him. Undying and unrequited love? When she met the wicked amusement in his eyes, she snapped, "You... You baited me!" He must have. "Mm-hmm," Jonathan answered insouciantly, nodding. Just as she struggled to shake off his grip, he released her. "You're mine. You will always be mine." The domineering edge of his tone belied his tender gaze. He did not wait for Rose to respond-not that he particularly cared what she had to say-before caressing her face and muttering, "Go in. It's getting cold out here." He had gotten over his plan to pull Rose into the car and abduct her. She was still mourning over Oliver, and he knew how sentimental she was. She had long since accepted Oliver as family, and she would observe the mourning period out of loyalty.

As for Jonathan, he was starting to find it hard to resist Rose's temptation. She could be sitting next to him and doing nothing, and he would still want to pull her into his lap and burrow into her warmth. In fact, he was experiencing such urges now.

Jonathan hastily withdrew his gaze. If he stayed any longer, he might change his mind and keep Rose from returning to Young Estate.

"Finley, drive," he ordered.

Finley stiffened in the driver's seat, his eyes still tightly closed. When he heard Jonathan's order, the first question that cto his mind was, should he even start the car at all? If he did, Jonathan would know he had heard every bit of the conversation with Rose earlier. Finley shook his head. No! Jonathan could never find out! He planned to pretend he had just woken up from a nap and missed the exchange between Jonathan and Rose. However, when he met Jonathan's dark gaze in the rearview mirror, he had a feeling that the imposing man in the backseat had seen through his plan. Resigned, Finley gave up on the plan and started the car.

As the car cruised down the street away from Young Estate, Jonathan looked into the rearview mirror and saw Rose standing in place.

Her silhouette grew smaller as the distance between them grew, and she disappeared entirely when the car turned a corner at the junction.

Rose returned to Young Estate and found Miles alone in the funeral hall. When she walked in, he immediately recognized the jacket draped over her shoulders. It belonged to Jonathan, and Miles wondered if she had gone to see him again.

Miles lowered his gaze and felt an odd feeling course through him, but he suppressed it.

Jonathan did not get much rest after returning to his city abode. At first light, he showered and pulled on a change of clothes. Half an hour later, his car pulled up outside Young Estate once more.

"Mr. Finch, are you..." Finley glanced into the rearview mirror, hoping to decipher Jonathan's mind.

It had only been a few hours since they left Young Estate, but now they were back again. It seemed that Jonathan was intent on keeping watch over Rose, if not keeping her company in spirit. How had Finley not noticed how clingy the man was before? Nonetheless, he pointed out warily, "Mr. Finch, with all that's happening in the Young family, I don't think Mrs. Finch will be very pleased to see you like this." She was grieving, after all. "Like what?" Jonathan demanded icily. Finley would be a dead man if he said, "like a chick following its mother hen", so he wisely kept his mouth shut. He thought Jonathan would get out of the car immediately and find an excuse to see Rose, but the man simply leaned into the backseat and closed his eyes.

An hour passed before several more cars pulled up outside Young Estate. Only then did Jonathan open his eyes. He straightened his suit and stepped out of the car.

All the important people in Regalia who either knew Oliver or had been affiliated with him at spoint dropped by Young Estate to pay their last respects to him. Dozens of luxury cars were parked outside the estate, and Patrick was personally ushering in the funeral-goers.

Patrick was a little taken aback when he saw Jonathan. He knew something was going on between Rose and Jonathan, but Miles seemed to harbor enmity against him the last thing Patrick wanted was for Jonathan and Miles to cause a scene if he let the former in.

While Patrick was confronted by the dilemma, Jonathan cto a stop before him and said calmly, "The Finch family would like to pay their last respects." He was here as a representative of the Finch family. Upon hearing this, Patrick knew he had no reason to turn Jonathan away.

The butler courteously ushered him in and said, "If you please." To keep Jonathan from causing a scene, Patrick personally showed Jonathan the way to the funeral hall.

The Youngs were gathered in the funeral hall. Jonathan spotted Rose from a distance. Unlike Anastasial and the others in the Young family who were entertaining the funeral-goers, Rose was kneeling before Oliver's urn and lighting candles in vigil.

Following Oliver's death, the distribution of the Young family fortune beca matter of urgency.

The funeral goers present today could play a vital part in the family's fight for their fair share of the fortune. However, none of that had anything to do with Rose. "My condolences," a familiar voice suddenly sounded next to her.

Her heart leaped to her throat, and she turned to meet Jonathan's gaze. Why had he returned? His presence brought back the memories of last night. She could still hear his low, territorial warning in her ears. She was terrified that he would get up to funny business during the funeral.

Rose wouldn't put it past him to pull a crazy stunt in front of all these people. He was nothing if not a maniac.

Alas, she had overthought. She watched as Jonathan offered up a short prayer before Oliver's urn, then Ο bowed his head at her as if in respect. There was no wicked amusement or mischief in his eyes. Rose froze. By the tshe cto her senses, Jonathan had already left the funeral hall. He had actually cto pay his last respects! As she heaved a sigh of relief, she couldn't help feeling guilty about her apprehension toward Jonathan earlier. She thought too little of him.

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