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.

she was about

off guard, she froze, and Jonathan's voice reached her ears.

make sense of

wifey?" Jonathan asked, his voice laced

in annoyance. He had just saved her life, so it was only natural that she would be concerned for

to twist my concern

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."

soothing scent calmed his nerves, anchoring him back to the present after the distressing event. With Rose securely in his embrace, his heart gradually

in her mind, causing a surge of emotions. Meanwhile, not far away, others were processing the same shocking event, albeit with very different emotions.

herself on the mountain to dispel her own suspicions and gain Miles' trust, and

Miles had literally dropped her to the ground, discarding her like a meaningless object

memory of his abandonment and desperate sprint toward Rose replayed on a torturous loop in her mind, each recollection amplifying the

car had ultimately failed to hit Rose. Jonathan had intervened, rescuing her just in

and were now forcefully extracting him from the car.

ultimately, the plan failed..."

gaze shifted back to Miles. "Is today's plan doomed to fail? And if so, what will become

now certain that despite Miles' affection and care for "Harriette", his feelings for Rose had clearly surpassed

and soul into transforming herself into an entirely different person.

a deep breath,

The pain in her voice was all too real,

heard her voice. He quickly turned around and saw Harriette struggling to get up from the ground. "Etta..." He rushed to her side, guilt flooding his expression. "I'm sorry. I didn't

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

frown deepened, his guilt nearly overwhelming. "This is all

blame yourself," Harriette insisted, knowing that the more she soothed

needed to capitalize on his remorse if she had any hope of

expected, Miles appeared even more guilt-ridden. He looked at Harriette as if

happen again. Without giving anything away, she subtly glanced in Rose and Jonathan's

the street, hand

hand was blinding, and she instantly knew what was about to unfold. A flicker of anticipation danced in her heart. Despite her eagerness, Harriette averted her gaze. "Miles, it seems like you really need to carry me to

"Of course," he replied, preparing to turn around. However, before he could move, a commotion

"Ah! Someone's been stabbed!"

"There's so much blood!"