Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 557 Unable To Keep A Low Profile

A hint of fierceness flickered in Jonathan's dark gaze. With a mocking laugh, he retorted, "A misunderstanding? Mr. Cyrus, perhaps you've never truly known the person sleeping beside you. Whether it's a misunderstanding or not, you'll have the chance to see for yourself."

Cyrus froze, wariness filling his eyes as he stared at Jonathan. "What... are you planning to do?"

Jonathan knew that until Cyrus truly saw Lizzie's true colors, he would continue to defend her blindly.

However, Jonathan wasn't in a hurry. He glanced at the others in the room-Elijah, Clover, and Miles. Even if Jonathan didn't act, it was clear that the Xanth family, especially Miles, would not let this slide.

The silence from Jonathan only deepened Cyrus' growing unease. His thoughts raced, and he tried to convince himself that the woman they had just seen on the surveillance footage couldn't be Lizzie. It had to be a mistake. After all, the Lizzie he knew was pure and innocent.

When they first met, she was still a university student-full of youthful energy, kindness, and innocence. Over the years, her elegance and grace blossomed, and she became just as refined as any elite woman in Regalia. More importantly, she had always been by his side throughout their years together. Even though she knew there was someone from his past he could never forget, she had continued to shower him with warmth and affection. "How could she possibly be the woman Jonathan accused her of being? How could she be anything like the person in that surveillance footage? No. It was a misunderstanding. It had to be," Cyrus mused. Later that night, after the group dispersed, Cyrus returned to the villa he shared with Lizzie, his mind still clouded with doubt.

"Cyrus. You're back? Where have you been today? I thought you were at home, but when I went to the art studio, you weren't there." Lizzie's sweet, melodious voice pulled him out of his thoughts. She was still wearing the dress she had worn to the banquet. Her gentle smile warmed his heart like it always did.

Her kind and gentle demeanor fortified Cyrus's resolve as she walked toward him. He dismissed Jonathan's suspicions and firmly believed that the woman before him was the real Lizzie.

"Cyrus? What's wrong? Why do you look so pale?" Lizzie inquired softly, her gentle touch upon his cheek reaffirming his conviction.

"Lizz..." Cyrus suddenly grasped Lizzie's wrist.

Just as he was about to question her about the rooftop incident, Jonathan's warning flashed in his mind.

"Mr. Cyrus, you can leave, but if Lizzie finds out about today's events, the consequences will be more severe than you can bear."

"Mr. Cyrus..." Cyrus thought. He couldn't even remember when Jonathan had stopped calling him "Dad". Now, Jonathan only addressed him as "Mr. Cyrus", and even that was only used when there was no way around it.

He couldn't help but wonder how their relationship had deteriorated so badly.

What's wrong?" Lizzie asked again, her voice pulling him out of

what consequences Jonathan had been referring to, but he understood that not only Jonathan but also Miles and the powerful figures in the Xanth family were aligned against him on this matter. A shiver of fear ran through him, but

he knew had a hidden side. Convinced that Jonathan was mistaken, Cyrus believed he would watch

Jonathan had always misunderstood Lizzie, who had once been his tutor, which likely contributed to his inability to accept

fine. I felt cooped up at home,

had taken him away,

changed the subject. "Why are you home so early? Didn't Mom take you to the Xanth family

sadness flashed across Lizzie's eyes,

it there,

Eleanor's cold attitude, Lizzie suppressed her irritation. For years, she had prioritized securing her husband's sympathy and affection, knowing

Kon

affection are

many people at the banquet, but only by your side do I feel truly happy," Lizzie said softly, resting her head

heart, but she knew all too well

mind. She had never wanted his heart. What she wanted was something entirely

her arms around his waist before looking up, her smile bright

shoulders, drawing her nearer. "Lizz, all these years with you have been

Collecting himself, he swiftly

the painting you gifted Mom,

make it up to you. With

I

approaching I'm determined to give you a celebration like

you, Cyrus. Your presence is all I need for a perfect birthday," Lizzie

However, Cyrus' heart harbored

from her or