Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 592 Like A Proposal

"Handle the matters within the family... What matters was Elijah referring to?" Eleanor mused.

Eleanor, who had been so focused on securing the marriage between the Finch and Xanth families, suddenly realized that she might have missed something important. Prompted by Elijah's words, she began to analyze the situation more closely.

Eleanor knew Jonathan was deeply devoted to Rose. Regardless of the intensity of his feelings, his character would never allow him to act inappropriately in the greenhouse, particularly not in front of so many people. The way Jonathan had protectively shielded Rose only reinforced her belief that something was amiss.

Eleanor's face darkened as she carefully pondered the unusual events that had unfolded. Abruptly, she spoke up.

"Everyone, we have some family matters to attend to tonight. So, the birthday celebration will come to an early end. I apologize for any inconvenience, and the Finch family will send a generous apology gift." The implication was clear-the guests were being asked to leave. Disappointment and frustration spread across their faces.

Despite Eleanor's promise of an apology gift, what they truly desired was to uncover the family matters she had alluded to, sensing that something significant was occurring behind the scenes.

The allure of witnessing the Finch family's drama was undeniable, but alas, watching the Finch family matters wasn't something they could indulge in just because they wanted to.

With reluctant sighs and disappointed expressions, the guests slowly exited the greenhouse, resigning to leaving the Finch Manor.

Inside the medical building, the effects of the drug still lingered in her system, and she hadn't fully recovered. Earlier, before the others had arrived, she had only gotten a taste of the temptation she had felt. Frustrated, she had inwardly complained about Jonathan's unyielding nature. However, as her mind gradually cleared, she came to a realization.

Jonathan had been protecting her. She couldn't even imagine the chaos that would have ensued if all those people had witnessed them in such an intimate position.

Thankfully, despite being caught, the situation wasn't overly explicit. It was still relatively reserved.

"Jonathan..." Rose gripped his shirt tightly. She wanted to say that although he had shielded her earlier, their tryst had been exposed, and its reality would be difficult to deny.

She wanted to know Jonathan's perspective on their relationship. Rose's mind was a bit muddled. She tried hard to compose the right words, but Jonathan's voice came first. "We are husband and wife."

His tone was unwavering and resolute, and Rose froze.

he explained, his deep voice carrying a subtle vibration that she could feel against his chest. Rose's face flushed with heat. Her mind grew increasingly chaotic, and despite her usually agile thoughts, it felt as if her brain had hit a slow-motion button. All she could focus on was the sound

newfound

side, to call her "wifey" without hesitation affectionately, and to shower her

it was only a few seconds, it felt like centuries had passed. Her breathing was the only sound he

embrace, Rose said

alright! She

thought as

was barely

husky whisper. "Do you know

does it mean?"

finding his face breathtaking from every angle, and asked sincerely, "What does it mean?" Jonathan lowered his

sudden realization blossomed

escape him, to leave Regalia and disentangle herself from their

harm's way at Aurora Crest to protect her, she had already made up her mind

man cherished her life more than his own. What

an equally firm

Jonathan, those were the sweetest words anyone could ever say. His soul swelled with joy as he held

they deserved a romantic moment, a private world of just the

Jonathan's brow as he inwardly

female doctor had been waiting. Jonathan carefully placed Rose on the bed, his movements

"Okay," Rose replied.

glance before

the guests prepared to leave after the abruptly ended birthday banquet, Jonathan

the same shirt, which had been slightly disheveled before but was now straightened out. Even from a distance, his imposing presence was undeniable. Questions arose amongst

no harm in a private rendezvous between a married couple,