Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 407 Inflammatory Nosebleed

Rose's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing that she was about to be caught red-handed, she didn't have time to take in the room's layout. She hurried back along the original path in a panic and hid in the walk-in closet.

The door opened and then closed. Rose held her breath, but the footsteps were getting closer.

Jonathan returned to the room immediately. Not seeing Rose on the bed brought a sudden wave of disappointment. Had she left? But her unique scent was still in the air.

Jonathan felt a sense of loss as his eyes caught sight of the mask on the floor. As he picked it up, memories of last night flashed in his mind, particularly the embarrassed look on her face when her hand touched his chest. There was a sudden bang. Jonathan looked in the direction of the sound and confirmed it came from the closet. A heavy gasp came after the noise.

Rose... Jonathan was certain she was inside. Was she hiding from him? A doting smile spread across his face as he walked toward the closet.

Each step he took made Rose's heart beat faster. She regretted bumping into the closet when trying to avoid him. The sound must have caught his attention, so what should she do now? Rose held her breath even more, praying that he wouldn't come in. Perhaps her prayer worked because the footsteps suddenly stopped. A few seconds later, they resumed but moved away. Had he left? Rose breathed a sigh of relief. But now, how was she going to get out of here?

She listened carefully to the sounds outside. The man seemed to have left the room. Music started playing loudly outside.

Its soothing melody relaxed Rose slightly, and she lowered her guard as it masked some of the finer noises.

Hiding in the closet, Rose didn't notice someone slowly approaching until a figure appeared before her. She almost screamed but managed to stifle it and cover her mouth.

Rose peered at the man through the gap between the women's clothing and saw his back. Just from his height, she could tell it was the same oppressive, good-looking man from last night.

He wasn't wearing a mask now, but Rose wasn't curious about how handsome he might be. She just prayed he wouldn't turn around and see her.

turn around, but he did start undressing in front of

the scene was

and healthy, tan skin

like Jonathan's, but she wondered who had

couldn't see his face from her angle, only the part below his neck and not even

it was a pity, the man turned around, revealing his sculpted abs. Rose felt a rush of heat to

from last night when she touched his chest in the bar. A warm

her mouth and felt a wet sensation.

keep covering her mouth. She had to pinch her nose to stop the bleeding and avoid making any noise. It'd

back any longer when she guessed what he was about to do. She closed

"Ah!"

the music. She didn't see the man's evil smirk. Jonathan raised an eyebrow. Had Rose exposed herself

coldly shorted when

out male models last night. He brushed aside the women's clothes in the closet and grabbed her out to

in blood, all thoughts of punishment vanished and were replaced by concern. Jonathan couldn't care about anything else. He quickly pulled Rose out of the closet

She

and dared not open them. To her, it felt safer not seeing him as it made her feel as if she were still hidden. But

She felt herself being carried for a while. Jonathan brought her into the bathroom, turned

realizing she was sitting on

sensation was... Rose swallowed

he entered. That

I didn't mean to look. I swear. I didn't see anything..." Rose's

her palm