Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 392 An Act of Jealousy

Jonathan might have stepped into Rose's line of vision, but she still heard the other woman's voice loud and clear.

She had already seen the woman clinging onto Jonathan's frame like a sloth earlier, and it was an image that she would not soon forget.

A self-deprecating smile suddenly curved on Rose's lips as she buried her bitter thoughts and headed forward.

Elated to see Rose coming his way, Jonathan broke into a jog to meet her in the middle. He extended an arm, ready to embrace her the moment they were close enough.

He could already smell the scent of burning candles on her. The distance between them was growing smaller with each step they took.

However, Rose suddenly sidestepped him and marched right past him. Jonathan gaped at the air before him speechlessly.

An intense roaring filled his head, and he felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over him. He stood rooted in place. He wanted to move, but his legs felt like they had been weighed down by lead. Rose had already gone up to Finley. She smiled politely at the assistant and handed him the jacket Jonathan had given her last night. "Would you mind passing this to Mr. Finch?"

Finley gaped at her. What was going on? He had yet to recover from the shock of seeing Rose brush past Jonathan like the latter was invisible, and now, he was seized with despair as he registered her words. This was bad. He knew how much Jonathan had looked forward to seeing Rose. If he took the jacket from her, he had no doubt Jonathan would flay him alive.

Finley turned to Jonathan helplessly. The latter was still standing where Rose had walked past him, though he had angled his head to the side so that Finley could catch the dark look in his eyes.

"Mrs. Finch..." Finley pleaded, his heart leaping to his throat. He silently begged her to take pity on him and understand that he could not possibly take the jacket.

Finley was about to say this when he saw Rose's brows furrow. The courteous smile she had worn seconds ago now vanished and had been replaced by a cruel smirk. He gulped instinctively. "Mr. Willis," she ground out, holding out the jacket to him once again.

This time, he heard the unspoken warning in her tone. If he didn't take the jacket out of his consideration for Jonathan's feelings, she would not hesitate to torment the latter.

Finley knew Jonathan loved Rose. A meaningful look was all it took for her to have Finley alive, and Jonathan would have happily carried out the act. At that moment, the assistant knew he could not cross her. He abandoned all reason as he reached for the jacket. But before his fingers grazed the heavy fabric, he heard Jonathan clearing his throat in the distance.

It was an outright warning. Finley's hand froze in mid-air when he heard it, and he glanced warily in Jonathan's direction.

Jonathan had turned around, and his chin was raised slightly as he pinned Finley's hand with a dangerous look, as if to say, "Take that jacket at your own risk."

"Mr. Willis-"

"Finley!"

voices overlapped. Finley thought

by the warning look in Rose's eyes. He decided to drop the address and immediately said, "Ms. Shaffer, Mr. Finch is over there. Perhaps you could pass the jacket to him yourself." The two were mere feet apart. Surely there was no need for Finley to play the messenger when she could deliver the jacket to Jonathan personally. At least Finley wouldn't have to risk his neck. Rose frowned. Jonathan, on the other hand, smirked.

had left Young Estate with the intention of handing the jacket to Jonathan personally, but she could not shake the image of

like her chest tightened whenever she thought of it, and she didn't want to see Jonathan at

else who would

felt like a huge weight had been taken off his chest. Now that Rose had agreed to hand

watched in shock as Rose turned and headed in another

faltered. Rose had walked right up to Yara. In other words, she wanted

the jacket away if another woman had touched it. But Rose

dilemma had only just washed over him when he, unable to help

Yara when she felt a large hand grip her wrist from behind. His grip

growled, angry that she had evaded

She made it clear that she wanted some distance between them, and he could feel it when she did not

avoiding him.

wanted to know why she was avoiding him, but he didn't want to get too close to her and

pause,

him to do. He hurried toward them and grabbed

turned to Finley

Even after she had disappeared through the entrance, Jonathan did not

jacket..." Finley asked tentatively, his heart hammering away in his

from Young Estate. He angrily snatched the jacket away from Finley and harrumphed once before storming toward the luxurious car. "D-Don't blame me, Mr. Finch!" Finley cried, sweat breaking out over his forehead as disgruntlement filled him. He

it, the more he found

had been distant

but her behavior

seemed almost hostile.