Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Billionire 28

Chapter 28 Ho Is My Husband

Inside the room, the deed was done.

Jonathan stood in front of the window after he got dressed. He seemed to be in a good mood.

He sent Finley a message asking the latter to prepare a set of women's clothes. and bring them to the hotel.

Then, he turned around. His back was to the window.

Jonathan had a smile on his face as he stared leisurely at Rose, who was lying in bed.

Rose blushed under his passionate gaze. She glared at him.

Suddenly, she detected a problem. She had taken the initiative last night, so it made sense that she should pay him for it.

But just now, he was the one who initiated. She was not the one who asked for it. So, he should not be asking her to pay for what just happened. She would not pay any more than she was supposed to.

Clearing her throat, Rose readied herself to conduct the negotiations. But before she could speak, the door abruptly flew open.

"Rose?"

Evan dashed in. He saw Rose on the bed with only her arms and head above the blanket. He knew right away what had happened last night. Seething with rage, Evan marched over to the window and ruthlessly punched. the man who had hurt Rose.

heavily on his

and the hotel manager

threw another punch

Jonathan's

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of bed and grabbed Jonathan's arm. "Let go! Let go of him! The hotel manager recognized

instead. The hotel manager could not care about anything else. Fearing that something even worse would happen, he came forward and grabbed Evan. "Mr. Spencer, this is

say the words "Mr. Finch", but Jonathan gave him a cold glare, and he trembled in

out she was in danger. That

explained, "Evan, you got the wrong idea. He's my...

word husband somewhat

a bomb for Evan.

a frown. He

shocked. He glanced

serious. He's my

if something had crushed him. Trembling, he

eyed Evan coldly. He had recognized Evan right away. This was the man who had been with

Rose. His gaze darkened. He was satisfied with how

up the blanket that was currently around her neck

questioned the hotel manager icily, "Why does your hotel allow

terrified that he broke out in a cold sweat. He hastily. apologized. "I'm sorry, M-Mr. Finch. It was negligence on our part. I promise that from today

"Get out!"

manager froze. Beads of