Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 588 He Is A Good Husband

"Understood," Finley replied before following Jonathan's order and making his way to the far end of the greenhouse. He soon found Ezra in a secluded corner.

The drug had taken complete control of Ezra's body, leaving him disoriented, but he could still faintly hear Jonathan's voice.

"Is Jonathan here?" Ezra asked weakly.

"Yes, Mr. Ezra, he's here," Finley confirmed.

"Tell my brother... Rose and I... we were set up. There's nothing between us. Let him know..." Ezra's words came out hurried and strained.

Finley clearly remembered how Ezra had gone to great lengths to get close to Rose in Aquastead, deliberately trying to mislead Jonathan. But now, his words were the complete opposite of what he was trying to achieve back then. "Don't worry, Mr. Ezra. Mr. Jonathan will take care of her. But I need to get you out of here," Finley reassured him.

The Finch Manor had a medical wing, and the greenhouse had a small side door. Finley helped Ezra to his feet and guided him through the side door, quietly slipping into the darkness without alerting anyone.

Back in the greenhouse, Jonathan had located the source of the strange scent and discarded all the tainted flowers. As he re-entered the room, a warm, delicate figure stumbled into his arms.

"Hubby..." Rose's sweet, seductive voice was a whisper in his ear, causing Jonathan's heart to skip a beat.

Feeling the heat and urgency emanating from Rose's body, Jonathan grabbed her hands, which were insistently tearing at his clothes.

"Do you know what you're doing?" he asked.

"What I'm doing?" Rose mused as she gazed up at him, her mind clouded by the drug's influence. The face in front of her was a sight to behold.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Jonathan repeated, his grip tightening slightly as he restrained himself and his voice growing harsher with control.

He was aware that Rose was not fully conscious due to the drug. He didn't want to take advantage of her vulnerable state, but as he thought back to how she had been deliberately keeping her distance from him for so long, he realized he might have waited long enough. A voice inside his head told him that if she said she didn't know what she was doing, he would continue to restrain himself. But if she said she did...

what?" Rose asked innocently, her gaze never leaving his face. All she knew was that his

Rose freed her hands from his grasp, hooked them around his neck,

his and they were softer than she had imagined and just as delicious as she had expected. Because of that, Rose couldn't resist giving them a

sudden action snapped the last thread of Jonathan's

knew or not? She was his wife, and he was her husband. Their relationship was legally recognized. Besides, she had just called

there to fulfill them. Only by

quickly spiraled out of control. Soon, the only thing left in the

down the stairs and was organizing the waitstaff to bring

knew the focus had long shifted away from her, but when it came to the cake-cutting ceremony, they still had to play along. Cyrus gave a moving speech, and Lizzie smiled happily. However, she couldn't

Miles, and Jonathan

swept the room, her smile

something wrong?" Cyrus noticed her unease and asked with

almost blurted out, "Where's Jonathan?" but quickly regained her composure and offered an excuse. "I'm just...really happy." Cyrus couldn't

the cake knife. "Let's cut the cake. Afterward, there's

wasn't interested in the surprise, for her thoughts

à

scene, breaking the silence Where's Rosie? She went to change clothes earlier. Why hasn't she returned?" It was Harriette,

her feel invisible as everyone's attention was focused on Rose. That didn't surprise her, but Rose had been gone for a while now. Even if

had taken Rose to change, was already

something happen?" Harriette

in her mind, making her wonder if Lizzie had something planned for that

the more intrigued she became.

moment and spoke up. Though her voice was quiet, several people overheard her inquiry. Lizzie paused, her hand

in the room exchanged glances, each with the same question

"Where is Ms. Shaffer?"