Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 591 Not Ezra But Jonathan

As the newcomer gradually drew closer, everyone caught sight of him.

Upon recognizing him, nearly everyone froze in place. It wasn't until he was right in front of them that they realized they were blocking his way. They quickly stepped back to let him pass. The newcomer was none other than Ezra.

His presence prompted a long, perplexed stare from those gathered. Everyone needed a moment to absorb and confirm that it was indeed Ezra standing before them.

But if Ezra was here, then who was the man in the corner with Rose?

Confusion swept through the room, leaving everyone, especially Lizzie, completely dumbfounded.

The second she saw Ezra, the smug look in her eyes vanished, replaced by a single question that kept echoing in her mind.

"What is Ezra doing here? This is not where he was supposed to be! Shouldn't he have been with Rose? If Ezra stood here now, then who is with Rose?"

Before Lizzie could process it further, Ezra's voice cut through the eerie silence of the greenhouse, his words like a haunting echo in her ears.

"Grandma, I do believe I'll be a good husband someday, but..." Ezra paused, his features etched with a mix of puzzlement and defiance. When he spoke again, his tone was resolute and clear. "What does that have to do with Ms Shaffer's happiness?" His innocent expression made him seem like a child wrongly accused of some misdeed.

Eleanor finally snapped out of her daze and looked at the towering figure before her. It really was Ezra!

"Ezra..." His question echoed in her mind. "What does that have to do with Ms Shaffer's happiness?"

Indeed, with Ezra standing right here, he couldn't possibly be the man with Rose. So, Rose's happiness was entirely unrelated to him. But if not Ezra, then who?

A sense of unease crept over Eleanor for the first time.

"Could the opportunity that's almost within the Finch family's grasp really be slipping away just like that?" she mused.

Eleanor couldn't help but fear what the truth in the corner might reveal. She dreaded that unveiling the mystery would lead to bitter disappointment. Nevertheless, the truth inevitably had to surface.

"Mr. Xanth, Grandma..." Just then, a deep and resonant voice cut through the tense atmosphere, laced with impatience and displeasure.

Eleanor jolted, as did everyone else. All eyes immediately turned to the man in the corner who had spoken. The voice had come from the man shielding Rose.

That voice...

Jonathan!" A gasp then

dawned on everyone familiar

was unmistakably Jonathan, for only his voice held such an authoritative weight that mere words

the person with Rose be Jonathan?

the moment Jonathan spoke. She stared at the figure in the corner. If it wasn't Ezra, then

how could it be Jonathan? Where had it all gone wrong?"

and demand an explanation from him. Alas, Carl was nowhere to be found. Just then, Eleanor's voice snapped

in her voice gave way to undisguised delight. She took a few excited steps toward

and a visible sigh escaped

turning out far

turning his head slightly, his displeasure clearly visible

seemed they had indeed interrupted something, making them wonder if they should leave the greenhouse

well, so we'll be taking our leave now. The rest of you can do

Jonathan spoke, he grabbed his jacket from the nearby flowers and draped it over Rose, covering her up

weak, but Jonathan easily lifted her into his arms. Responding instinctively to his touch,

through the crowd. When he passed Ezra, Jonathan hesitated for a moment, their eyes meeting. In just a fleeting moment, they exchanged

Rose disappeared through the greenhouse doorway, the

reverberated in their minds. "My wife isn't feeling well, so we'll be

well?

immediately brought back

passionate sounds, fueling the crowd's

the quickened

hearts. Some

of

reaction, coughing

Rose? His wife? Could they have already tied the knot?" The idea flashed through many minds, yet some were hesitant to entertain

someone of Jonathan's stature would marry without making a public

that the term "wife" was simply an affectionate pet name shared between lovers rather than an indication that they had actually

Jonathan and

people couldn't decide whether to think Rose had landed herself a great catch or if they

and the woman with him was Rose. She had not even noticed Jonathan referring to Rose as his wife. At that moment,