Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 13 Be My Woman

Chapter 13 Be My Woman

Over in the room on the second floor, Jonathan had already let go of Rose's shoulder.

Under the cover of darkness, his sharp gaze was fixed on her.

Based on the information Zac gave him last night, Celeste died in a traffic accident ten years ago. It was classified as an accident.

Jonathan wondered if there had been another reason behind Celeste's death.

Did Rose come to see him to find out more about her mother's death? Was it not for Nixon's sake?

The long silence made Rose anxious.

"As long as you tell me the truth behind that accident, I'll do anything you ask of me."

Jonathan's gaze darkened as he questioned, "So, you'd even agree if I ask you to be my woman?"

Rose froze. She suddenly recalled her new husband's handsome face.

Jonathan saw her reaction. His expression, which had improved a little earlier, soured again.

His voice was flecked with traces of jealousy as he said, "What's the matter? You can't bear to part with your fiancé?"

Rose was taken aback.

Nixon? He was not worth it!

Rose felt a little panicky when she realized she could not dismiss the face of her husband from her mind. But Jonathan thought her reaction meant that she was feeling guilty. As expected, she truly did not wish to let go of Nixon!

fury that had simmered down just now began burning fiercely again. He was about to punish

fawning and respectful voice called out, 'Uncle

It was Nixon!

of her throat. She did not even notice how Nixon addressed the man

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