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.

and official status," 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

he experienced a newfound sense of nervousness, as if

stand proudly by Rose's side, to call her "wifey" without hesitation affectionately, and to shower her

it felt

in his embrace, Rose

alright! She

thought as

excitement was barely restrained as

"Do you know what

blinked. "What does it mean?" she

looked up at him, finding his face breathtaking from every angle, and asked sincerely, "What does it

into Rose's consciousness, and a sudden realization blossomed within her, making

escape him, to leave Regalia and

had already made up her mind to stop running. "Yeah, I won't run away anymore." Rose nodded

than his own. What else could she possibly need to escape

equally firm

were the sweetest words anyone could ever say. His soul swelled with joy as he held the woman he loved so dearly

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

slight frown marred Jonathan's brow as he inwardly cursed their

Rose on the bed, his movements and voice as gentle as

"Okay," Rose replied.

one last reluctant glance before finally

to leave after the abruptly ended

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 the crowd. Hadn't Jonathan

no harm in a private rendezvous between a