Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 574 Aiming for Her

Indeed, the drawing was remarkable.

The sketch captured Rose's eyes and brows so vividly that they appeared almost lifelike. However, Jonathan couldn't help but wonder if it was appropriate for Ezra to sketch another man's woman like this openly.

Despite the subtle edge in Jonathan's comment, Ezra remained unfazed. The soft, rhythmic scratch of the pencil against paper filled the room as he continued to sketch, completely engrossed in his work. Jonathan narrowed his eyes. He had always known about Ezra's love for drawing, a talent inherited from their mother. Ezra had a natural affinity for colors and lines, and as a child, he would often sit beside Nancy, sketching while she painted. Those moments stirred complex emotions in Jonathan. He loved the peacefulness of the scene but resented that he wasn't the one sharing that connection with their mother.

After her death, Ezra had put down his pencil, seemingly for good-or so Jonathan had thought. To see him drawing again was a pleasant surprise.

The room was cloaked in tranquil silence, punctuated only by the rhythmic, soothing sound of the pencil dancing across the paper.

Jonathan settled onto the couch. As Rose's likeness took shape on the page, Ezra's hand finally came to a rest, and Jonathan broke the comfortable silence.

"Do you want to see her?"

Ezra's hand froze as he put away his sketch. For the first time in a while, a ripple of emotion swept through his eyes.

Despite his self-imposed isolation, he was acutely aware of the events happening in the outside world. Rose had found her biological father, taken the helm of Young Group, and transformed into someone far different from the Rose he had known. He wondered whether she had time to see him now or if she even wanted to. A sense of unease crept into his heart. Just then, Jonathan's voice sounded again.

"Cyrus is looking for you. He probably wants you to attend Lizzie's birthday banquet. Rose will be there."

Ezra's gaze shifted to Jonathan. Since his last episode, he had been under Jonathan's "protection", kept at a distance from the Finch family.

Jonathan clearly didn't want him to get too involved with them, so he couldn't understand why the man had invited him to the birthday banquet.

Ezra's questioning gaze remained locked on Jonathan for a moment before he turned away, dismissing his doubts.

"I'll be there," he said simply. With that, he resumed putting away his sketch.

Ezra's frame had visibly thinned, a detail Jonathan noted with a furrowed brow. It was impossible not to understand the implications behind Ezra's simple words.

that his presence was required at this birthday banquet, which was

Jonathan stood in the doorway, he offered

imperceptibly upon hearing them. Just as Jonathan stepped out and was about to close the door, Ezra's voice softly

He should call her Rose! How inappropriate!" he silently cursed Ezra, feeling

a way to dispel any unhealthy thoughts Ezra might harbor toward Rose.

from his self-imposed isolation, stepping out

had been waiting for an opportunity, seized the moment. "Ezra, you... you've

relationship, seeing Ezra like this had stirred a hint of tenderness in

"We haven't had a family meal in a while. Let's have dinner together at

closely, feeling somewhat anxious that his son might

up with another argument, Ezra surprisingly responded,

taken aback, not expecting Ezra's agreement. Fearing that Ezra might change his mind, Cyrus hastily added, "Then... I'll pick you up myself the day after

he patted Ezra's shoulder. He wanted to say something more,

forced smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, Cyrus waved to Ezra and turned

Ezra's lips. This father of his had never shared any real

ventured out solely

and

day after tomorrow would be Lizzie's birthday

this, his expression

banquet commanded the attention of Regalia's elite, all of whom received coveted invitations. The

family held a

the grand residence where Eleanor

no

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manor was a first.

for gardening. Look

formation in the

is even wealthier than we thought.

Remember, Mr. Cyrus