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.

didn't turn around, but he

closed her eyes as peeping was inappropriate, but the scene was too captivating. She even

and healthy, tan skin reminded her of her husband,

Rose. His back really looked like Jonathan's,

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

turned around, revealing his sculpted abs. Rose felt a rush

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

and felt

to stop the bleeding and avoid making any noise. It'd be incredibly embarrassing if the man saw her like this. Just then, the man tugged at

any longer when she guessed what he was about to

"Ah!"

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

shorted when

night. He brushed aside the women's clothes in

with her hands covered 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 with

heart raced. She

felt safer not seeing him as it made her feel as if

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

But upon realizing she was sitting on his lap, she was relieved to

waist, feeling his skin. The warm sensation was... Rose swallowed nervously and quickly moved her hand away. "Sorry, sorry. I didn't

before he entered. That didn't count

I didn't

convincing, she raised her palm as if swearing an