Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 387 No Dice

Jonathan was worried about Rose getting cold. She would have been touched by his concern if he hadn't called her "wifey", which reminded her that what they had was a deal on paper-a consequence of mistakes and happenstance.

She could ignore that stinging fact if she were in Aquastead. But now that they were in Regalia, she had to admit Anastasia had given her a reality check.

"Don't call me 'wifey' so casually, Mr. Finch," Rose warned, her gaze distant and flickering with contempt.

The smile on Jonathan's handsome face faltered slightly, but only for a moment. The corners of his lips were still tugged upward when he reached for Rose's hand.

However, she drew back from him when his fingers grazed her hand. He heard her sneer the next second.

"You're making things hard for me, Mr. Finch. Don't you know where you are? It's not a good look for the head of the Finch family to be caught loitering outside Young Estate.

"Who knows what the media is capable of writing up if someone snapped a picture of you hovering here? The rumors could be damaging for both of us.

"Also, while I appreciate you helping me last night in front of the press, you are still a member of high society. I'd rather you didn't say any of those things or behave that way in the future, lest someone gets the wrong idea."

As such, she kept a cold and

doubted Jonathan, who had been revered his whole life,

the smile on Jonathan's face disappeared. His face turned stormy as he assessed Rose with narrowed eyes. She felt her heart sink to her stomach. Had she gone

no taking back what she said. Perhaps angering the beast in him was what she needed to do

Rose added fuel to the fire she was building. "Besides, I'd like to marry for love one

could register what was happening, he reached his free hand out the car window and cupped

see the muscle in his jaw feathering with rage. When she realized what he was

"Don't-"

all that separated her from the funeral hall of Young Estate, where Oliver's ashes were. Jonathan could

into a thin line, her body tightly coiled in resistance. Just as she thought he was going to kiss her or do worse, she felt his lips brush against hers in the lightest

just as Jonathan opened his mouth. A sharp pain shot

could have flayed her

beneath his ribcage. But for all his rage, he dared not bite down hard on her neck

nipped her neck as if to punish her.

bare skin. She