Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

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Chapter 112 You Have No Right to Call Me Husband Elysian Hotel, Room 602.

As soon as Jonathan entered, memories of that night came rushing back into his mind. Rose, in a fiery alluring red dress, seemed to be right in front of him now. Soon, his hazy, intoxicated eyes cleared up.

The empty room held only him. His lips curved into a bitter smile. That night, it seemed like Rose had planted a curse on him, which had been deepened with each passing day.

Meanwhile, she had left, carefree and untouched. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he felt the sobriety was making it even more unbearable.

He decided to call the front desk for a bottle of alcohol. The front desk then prepared the drink and sent it up to his room.

Kelly, who had been waiting for the right moment, seemed to sense something and followed him to the sixth floor.

"Ah..."

She suddenly let out a painful cry, as if she had stumbled and fallen, kneeling on the floor.

"Miss, are you alright?" the staff inquired cautiously.

gazed at the staff in pain and replied, "It seems like

looked at the tray with the drink. After hesitating for a moment, he came

to notice that an unknown substance had dropped

scheme worked, Kelly said with a smile, "Thank you, I

was secretly planning her next steps. Soon, the

the first glass. After drinking several more glasses, the alcohol's effects kicked

also felt a surge of heat, a fire burning within him, heading. straight to his throat. He swallowed

kept appearing in his mind, as if the alluring scene from Room 62 that night was constantly flashing before his eyes. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It seemed as if the knocking had disrupted those images, causing them to disappear, His eyes revealed

Rose...

her name. Kelly was taken aback. She didn't like him calling Rose's name. However, it might be more advantageous if Jonathan mistook her

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planned to distance herself from him, she couldn't have actively sought him out. Since it was an illusion, there was no need to hide his true feelings. Kelly was drawn in his misty, alluring gaze. She almost called out "Mr. Finch". However, she

some thought, she softly called,

froze for a moment, thinking the illusion felt

want to let

on quickly. Jonathan turned to the side and let

noticed an empty wine bottle on