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...

never leaving his face. All she knew was that his inviting

hands from his grasp, hooked them around

were softer than she had imagined and just as delicious as she had expected. Because of that, Rose

Jonathan's self-restraint as a loud bang echoed in his

it matter if she knew or not? She was his wife, and he was her husband. Their relationship was legally recognized. Besides, she

he was there to fulfill them. Only by doing so could he truly be

out of control. Soon, the only thing left in the greenhouse was

back at the banquet, Cyrus had just come down the stairs and was organizing the waitstaff to bring out a massive

gracefully by his side. The guests attending the birthday banquet knew the focus had long shifted away from her, but when it came to the cake-cutting ceremony, they still had

had noticed Rose's absence when she came downstairs. Elijah, Clover, Miles, and Jonathan were all

swept the room, her smile faltering

is something wrong?" Cyrus noticed her unease and

her thoughts. She almost blurted out, "Where's Jonathan?" but quickly regained her composure and offered an excuse. "I'm just...really happy." Cyrus couldn't help but think her elation was because of his earlier

"Let's cut

interested in the surprise, for her

then, à

went to change

birthday banquet had made 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

change, was already back, but Rose was still nowhere to

something happen?"

the odd look on Lizzie's face, a suspicion formed in her mind, making her wonder

thought about it, the more intrigued she

several people overheard her inquiry. Lizzie paused, her hand hovering over the cake as she looked around, frowning. "Now that you mention it, where is

the room exchanged glances, each with the same

"Where is Ms. Shaffer?"