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!

had simmered down just now began burning fiercely again. He was about to punish this woman when there was a knock

fawning and respectful voice called out,

It was Nixon!

returned to her senses. Her heart threatened to leap out of her throat. She did not even notice how Nixon

was telling her that if she was found in a room with another man,

her nervousness, his expression

himself from Rose and walked up to the

time to rejoice when she heard the door opening. A ray of

the light. She

again. "The banquet is

finished speaking, Jonathan interrupted him. "A little

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on the second floor. The windows were pitch black, and she still could not see