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."

keep the conversation brief and straight to the point. As such, she kept a cold and indifferent tone

had been revered his whole

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

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

to the fire she was building.

silence of the night as Jonathan's hand clamped around her wrist. Before she could register what

her eyes. This close up, she could see the muscle in his jaw feathering with rage. When she realized what he was about to

"Don't-"

all that separated her from the funeral hall of Young Estate, where Oliver's ashes were. Jonathan could not do this to

coiled in resistance. Just as she thought he was going to kiss her or

felt his warm breath tickled the delicate curve of her ear. She shuddered at the sensation just as Jonathan

have

to him. He felt like his heart was cracking beneath his ribcage. But for all his rage, he dared not

still as he nipped her neck as if

she acclimated to the feel of his teeth against her bare skin. She let him do