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.

on his face and blood

hotel manager

Evan clenched his fist and threw another punch at Jonathan

lips, Jonathan's

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

why Jonathan was in this room 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,

was about to say the words "Mr. Finch", but Jonathan gave him

Evan must have found out she was in danger. That

"Evan, you got the wrong

the word husband somewhat

undoubtedly a bomb for Evan. He

at Rose with a frown. He refused to believe

He glanced between

serious. He's my husband-my lawfully

had crushed him. Trembling, he took a step

right away. This was the man who had been with Rose in front

Evan liked Rose. His gaze darkened. He

waist possessively. He pulled up the blanket that was currently around her neck as if he refused to let even an inch of

manager icily, "Why

"I'm sorry, M-Mr. Finch.

"Get out!"

froze. Beads of