Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 388 Apprehension

Jonathan's words, delivered in his lazy, roguish tone, made Rose stiffen. When she caught the wicked gleam in his eyes, she immediately knew what he meant to do.

As his handsome face inched closer, she instinctively drew back. However, his hand, which cupped the back of her head, kept her from pulling away. She could feel his breath tickling her cheek, his mouth dangerously close to her neck.

His teeth were about to graze her skin when she suddenly cried out, "You were clear! You made yourself very clear!"

Jonathan stopped, but that did not mean he was pleased with her surrender. She hadn't so much as batted an eye when she said those cruel things to him He had to punish her to soothe his wounded soul and pride.

"What did I say?" he whispered into the crook between her neck and shoulder. Rose's body tingled at his playful, devilish tone. When she did not answer immediately, he prompted in a velvety voice, "Hmm?"

He was demanding a response. What did he say? Rose picked through Jonathan's words from moments ago, her face warming.

Jonathan repeated lazily, his lips brushing against her skin, "What did I say?"

Not daring to dawdle, Rose blurted, "I'm yours... I'm yours!" Blood rushed to her cheeks as soon as the words left her mouth.

Thankfully, Jonathan stopped teasing her after that. Satisfied, he reluctantly pulled away from her and took in the blush on her cheeks, illuminated by the street light overhead. Judging by her glistening eyes, she was flustered.

He did not hide his satisfaction as he pointed out with faint amusement, "Well, you didn't have to say it twice. But at least you've made your undying and unrequited love for me crystal clear."

Rose gaped at him. Undying and unrequited love? When she met the wicked amusement in his eyes, she snapped, "You... You baited me!" He must have. "Mm-hmm," Jonathan answered insouciantly, nodding. Just as she struggled to shake off his grip, he released her. "You're mine. You will always be mine."

The domineering edge of his tone belied his tender gaze. He did not wait for Rose to respond-not that he particularly cared what she had to say-before caressing her face and muttering, "Go in. It's getting cold out here."

He had gotten over his plan to pull Rose into the car and abduct her. She was still mourning over Oliver, and he knew how sentimental she was. She had long since accepted Oliver as family, and she would observe the mourning period out of loyalty.

it hard to resist Rose's temptation. She could be sitting next to him and doing nothing, and he would still want to pull her into his lap and burrow into her warmth. In fact, he

might change his mind and keep Rose from returning to Young

"Finley, drive," he ordered.

tightly closed. When he heard Jonathan's order, the first question that came to his mind was, should he even start

every bit of the conversation with Rose earlier. Finley shook

up from a nap and missed the exchange between Jonathan and

feeling that the imposing man in the backseat had seen through his plan. Resigned, Finley gave up

Jonathan looked into the rearview mirror and

as the distance between them grew, and she disappeared entirely when the car

the funeral hall. When she walked in, he immediately recognized the jacket draped over her shoulders. It

felt an odd feeling course through

light, he showered and pulled on a change of

...

are you..." Finley glanced into the rearview mirror, hoping to decipher Jonathan's

been a few

intent on keeping watch over Rose, if not keeping her company in spirit. How had Finley not noticed how clingy the

pointed out warily, "Mr. Finch, with all that's happening in the Young family, I don't think Mrs. Finch will be very pleased to

a chick following its mother hen", so he

and find an excuse to see Rose, but the man

Only then did Jonathan open his eyes. He straightened his suit and stepped out of

the important

their last respects to

between Rose and Jonathan, but Miles seemed to harbor enmity against him the last thing Patrick

for Jonathan