Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 417 Will Not Let Her Escape Again Chapter 417 Will Not Let Her Escape Again The familiar voice made Rose's body stiffen slightly. She hadn't expected him to follow her here.

Yvonne slowly lifted her head and saw the man behind Rose. She was first struck by his stunning appearance. With his chiseled features, sharp eyes, and height, he looked like a model. Even his hair seemed to exude charm. She immediately recognized him as the most attractive man she had ever seen.

Yvonne quickly returned to her senses as she recalled what the man had just said to release Rose.

"Are you talking to me?" she asked, still holding onto Rose.

Something about this man's gaze struck her as peculiar, brimming with an undeniable possessiveness.

A sudden realization dawned upon Yvonne. Without giving Jonathan a chance to respond, she eagerly pushed Rose aside, her gaze rapidly shifting between the two of them.

"Is he..." she began. She couldn't help but suspect the identity of the man before her.

Rose's mouth twitched as she could see Yvonne's unspoken question in her eyes. However, having already decided there was no future with Jonathan, Rose hesitated about how to introduce him. After a moment's contemplation, Rose made up her mind. "He's-" "I'm her husband!" Jonathan interjected, introducing himself before Rose could finish.

Recognizing Yvonne as Rose's closest friend, he reined in his previous hostility and politely said, "Rose mentioned you to me." Rose fell silent and thought, "When have I ever mentioned Yvonne to him?" Yvonne, however, was thrilled upon hearing the word "husband".

"So, you're her husband!" she exclaimed, her initial suspicion now confirmed.

A flof excitement ignited in her eyes as she reassessed Jonathan, exchanging a conspiratorial glance with Rose.

Her gaze seemed to convey, "It's only natural that you would say yes to such an irresistible charm." She was thrilled that her dear friend had snagged such an undeniably attractive man. However, Yvonne's expression abruptly turned stern as she addressed Jonathan.

"You haven't mistreated her, have you?" she questioned, waving her clenched fist to emphasize her point. The underlying message was clear. If he had mistreated Rose, Yvonne would not hesitate to defend her friend, regardless of his good looks.

Jonathan smiled and glanced at Rose. "Have I ever treated you poorly?" His gaze was anything but innocent. A series of inappropriate scenes invaded Rose's mind, causing her face to flush with heat.

She struggled to dismiss the thoughts, but her mind remained in turmoil, and the burning sensation on her cheeks persisted.

As she met Jonathan's gaze, her eyes held a silent warning. However, to an outsider, the exchange appeared as a silent, flirtatious conversation.

Standing nearby with her fist still raised in the air, Yvonne was at a loss for words. Feeling suffocated by the couple's affectionate atmosphere, she grabbed her bag.

"Alright. I'll leave you two alone. I need to change for the celebration party. See you there." Rose was rendered speechless and couldn't help but wonder what Yvonne meant by leaving them alone.

Noticing Jonathan's intense gaze, which seemed ready to devour her, Rose was determined not to be left alone with him. As Yvonne began to walk away, Rose swiftly grabbed her hand. "Let's go together!" Jonathan caught on to Rose's plan and tried to grab her hand, but she skillfully slipped away like an agile cat, dodging his grasp once more.

When Finley and Leonard found Jonathan, the theater had already emptied out. Jonathan was leaning against a wall by the backstage exit, clearly waiting for Rose.

"Mr. Finch, are you waiting for your wife?" Finley asked, using a question for the sake of Jonathan's pride, though he was certain Jonathan was indeed waiting for Rose.

Jonathan didn't respond and simply glanced in the direction of the backstage.

"But Mr. Finch, didn't your wife just leave with Ms. Spencer? They got into a car together..." Leonard trailed off when he noticed Jonathan's expression darken.

A sinking feeling settled in his gut, and he forced himself to finish the sentence.

Jonathan's expression grew even more displeased. He had been waiting here the entire tand hadn't seen them cout. However, he soon realized there had to be more than one exit backstage.

Realizing that Rose might be trying to avoid him Jonathan was determined not to let her slip away again. With the celebration party approaching, he knew Yvonne would be in attendance, and it was likely that Rose would join her.

"Find out where the celebration party is being held today," Jonathan commanded before striding away from the backstage area.

As Yvonne filled Rose in on the latest gossip, they arrived at the location for the celebration party. Just as they were about to enter the building, Yvonne received a phone call.

After a few brief words, she hung up and shrugged at Rose. "We need to change venues," she said.

With no other choice, they returned to the car and drove to the new venue, arriving as night fell. The newly designated location for the celebration banquet was a private club in the suburbs.

Upon arrival, they found that most of the dance troupe members had already gathered. This celebration was undeniably more extravagant than usual.

"This place belongs to the Finch family. I heard that someone from

the Finch family attended our m performance today and was impressed. That's why they offered this venue for our celebration, Yvonne explained, holding Rose's hand as they entered the club. As they stepped inside, Rose overheard murmurs amongst the crowd and abruptly stopped in her tracks. Noticing her friend's unease, Yvonne asked, "Rose, what's wrong?" Rose's mind raced with the snippets of conversation she overheard the Finch family, and more specifically, Jonathan, had attended the performance.

Realizing she had inadvertently entered Jonathan's domain once again, Rose couldn't help but suspect it was an intentional trap.

However, upon seeing Yvonne's concern, she knew she couldn't dampen her friend's celebratory spirit, even if it meant facing Jonathan.

"Nothing's wrong. Con. Let's dance," Rose said, glancing at the dance floor where couples swayed together to the music.

Exchanging a look, Rose and Yvonne reached an unspoken agreement.

They hurried to the dance floor, m where Rase took on the role of a r E gentleman. With a slight bow, she extended an invitation to Yvonne.

"May I have this dance, pretty lady?" she asked, deliberately making her voice gruff. Usually, Yvonne played the gentleman's role during their playful dances at school parties. But that

day, Yvonne wore the dress Rose had designed for her, looking elegant and beautiful the epitof a princess. As such, Rose decided to take on the role of the gentleman that night. Yvonne cleared her throat, playfully lifting her head and offering her hand to Rose in an exaggerated motion. They began to dance, their laughter and joy filling the dance floor.

At that moment, Rose forgot the pain of her grandfather's passing. It felt as if she had returned to her carefree student days with Yvonne.

Upstairs, on the second floor of the club, Jonathan watched Rose intently as she danced.

After a while, Finley, who stood behind him, remarked, "Mrs. Finch seems very happy tonight." Indeed, Rose was truly happy that evening.

"Should I find a way to get Ms. Spencer out of the way?" Leonard offered.

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