Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 543 Cares About Him

At that moment, Rose was standing near the edge of the road, close to the crosswalk. Just beyond it lay the parking lot. She waited for the traffic light to turn green, but she remained frozen in place even when it did. Her attention was fixed on a car speeding toward her, growing faster and seemingly out of control. It mounted the curb and headed straight for her.

Her instincts screamed at her to move and to get out of the way. But in that terrifying moment, her body refused to respond. She was paralyzed, rooted to the spot as the car hurtled toward her. "Am I going to die?" The chilling thought flashed through her mind.

"Rosie!" A frantic voice pierced through her terror.

It was Miles, shouting her name in a desperate attempt to alert her to the danger. But Rose was already acutely aware of the threat. Her body, however, remained unresponsive.

As the car closed in on her, she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself for the inevitable collision. Some irrational part of her hoped that closing her eyes might somehow make the pain less real.

A powerful force slammed into her, but instead of the hard impact of a car, she felt the warm presence of a person.

Rose found herself on the ground, but instead of the searing pain she had expected, she felt nothing. Instead, a deep, pained groan reached her ears.

Her eyes snapped open to a familiar face twisted in agony above her. Despite the pain etched on his features, his expression softened immediately as he began frantically checking her over, making sure she was unharmed. "Are you hurt? Did the car hit you?" he asked, his voice laced with worry even as his hands carefully examined her for injuries.

Stunned, Rose stared at Jonathan, her mind struggling to catch up with the situation.

"Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?" Jonathan's face grew increasingly anxious and concerned as Rose remained silent. "Come on. Tell me where it hurts?"

His tone had softened, almost as if he were coaxing her. Finally, Rose snapped back to her senses, and she managed to find her voice.

"I'm fine," she assured him.

However, her attention swiftly shifted to Jonathan's well-being, and she anxiously checked him for any signs of injury.

"What about you? Are you injured?" she asked.

"Let me see..." she insisted, her hands moving over his arms, shoulders, and chest in search of wounds. She had heard that pained groan earlier and was certain it had come from Jonathan.

Her worry was evident, and Jonathan, seeing the distress in her eyes, hesitated briefly before smiling. Rose blinked. She couldn't understand what he was smiling about.

"Tell me, are you hurt?" she asked again, more urgently this time, but Jonathan's grin only grew wider.

by his reaction. Just as she was about to demand an

froze, and Jonathan's voice reached her

a standstill as she tried to make sense of his words. Of course, she was

mean you care about me, wifey?" Jonathan asked, his voice laced

was only natural

my concern into something else

that car barreled toward you, my only thought was that I wished it had been me instead. If anything had happened to you... I can't even fathom what I would have done." He held her closer as if reaffirming

back to the present after the distressing event. With Rose securely

resistance. His heartfelt words echoed in her mind, causing a surge of emotions. Meanwhile, not far away, others were processing the same shocking event,

dispel her own suspicions

ground, discarding her like a meaningless object

toward Rose replayed on a torturous loop in her

worse, the car had ultimately failed to hit Rose. Jonathan had intervened, rescuing

unfolding nearby. Jonathan's assistants had swiftly apprehended the driver and were now forcefully extracting him from the car. "Useless," Harriette seethed under her breath, her frustration and anger reaching a fever pitch.

the plan

of failure pressed down on her, Harriette's gaze shifted back to Miles. "Is today's plan doomed to fail? And if so, what will

and care for

this was happening. After all, she had poured her heart and soul into transforming herself

a deep

pretend. The pain in her voice was

He quickly turned around and saw Harriette

Miles," Harriette reassured him. "You saw that Rosie was in danger, and you had to save her. I understand, and I'm not angry. It's just that..." She winced, glancing at her injured leg. "It seems the pain has

nearly overwhelming. "This is all my

blame yourself," Harriette insisted, knowing that the more she soothed him, the more his guilt would

his remorse if she had any

Miles appeared even more guilt-ridden. He looked at Harriette as if making a promise. "Etta, I swear it won't

Without giving

street, hand in hand. Their silhouette seemed to taunt Harriette, fueling the bitterness

of anticipation danced in her heart. Despite her eagerness,

to the events transpiring behind him. "Of course," he

"Ah! Someone's been stabbed!"

"There's so much blood!"