Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 602 Wherever You Like Rose stared, a little dazed.

She quietly compared the two faces in her mind. It was undeniable that Ezra's face was pleasing and impressive. However, seeing Jonathan who stood before her made her heart race for reasons she couldn't explain.

At that moment, her heart was pounding wildly again, and her cheeks were slowly heating up. She was blushing. Jonathan knew Rose found him handsome. He was very happy that looking at his face could make her blush. His gaze grew even more intense.

Rose quickly looked away as if she had been burned. She had the urge to escape.

But why would Johnathan let her do so? He no longer cared about showing her around the hhe'd prepared for her. Right now, all he wanted was to hold her. Rose gasped in surprise. She then realized that besides the two of them, Ezra was still in the house. She immediately clapped a hand over her mouth, flustered. She felt even more embarrassed when she met Jonathan's mischievous gaze. What was he planning to do? Even if she didn't think about it, she knew what he wanted to do. The desire in his eyes was too obvious.

Her heart didn't stop pounding. She realized what Jonathan was about to do as he carried her towards the stairs. She instinctively grabbed his arm and said, "Don't..." Jonathan stopped for a moment. He looked down at Rose and frowned.

"Here?" Jonathan glanced at the large living room and the couch. He stopped frowning. Well... He wasn't exactly opposed to it.

Rose was speechless. What did he mean by that? Rose finally understood when he withdrew his foot from the stairs and prepared to head toward the living room. He... That wasn't what she meant. She immediately stopped him in his tracks.

"Stop." Jonathan stopped once again. He looked down at her, confused. She didn't want to do it in the living room? Forget it. She could choose wherever she liked. He only cared about her, so the place didn't matter. But still... "Where would you like it?" Jonathan's voice was low. His words carried a seductive tone.

"I like..." Rose's mind was still fixated on the living room. She didn't think about his question properly as she instinctively answered him.

Realization suddenly hit her. She felt that something was off. Where did she like it? What did he mean by that? "I don't like it anywhere!" Rose protested firmly, struggling to free herself from his hold.

His body was... too warm. She would be set ablaze too if they stayed pressed together. She had to keep sdistance between them, but how could Jonathan agree to that? He tightened his grip on her waist, not letting her pull away. He coaxed her gently. "Rose, you were drugged earlier tonight." Rose was silent. That was hours ago. Besides, did he forget? "The doctor took care of it. I'm fine now," she reminded him.

Fine? But he wasn't fine.

"Wifey, everyone already knows we're married." Rose had nothing to say to that. So? "You bulliedback in the greenhouse!" added Jonathan in a pitiful tone.

The memory of what happened in the greenhouse crushing back. She could recall what had happened, but... bullying? Rose blushed. She would admit that she had been a bit bold with him, but... in the end, nothing had actually happened, right? Besides... "I... I didn't ask to get drugged..." "But I think about it!" Jonathan stopped all her excuses with that interruption.

His forehead was pressed against hers. Their breaths intermingled. Rose was stunned by his words. She snapped out of her daze and was about to respond, but Jonathan spoke first. "Wifey, I helped you, so shouldn't you also showslove? I've waited for you for too long. I..." His whispered words felt like a spell. Rose's defenses weakened with each word.

"Wifey, you still haven't looked at my injury..." He was stabbed by Jack that day at Aurora Crest while trying to protect her.

A wave of guilt and sympathy rose within Rose. "Lettake a look..." "Alright!" Jonathan held her tightly and headed upstairs. It was as if he had succeeded.

The villa was their new home. It was decorated entirely in Rose's favorite colors. Jonathan stayed here occasionally, but this the was carrying his bride into the bedroom. It was a first for him. Rose was confused. She was examining Jonathan's wound, but it somehow resulted in this.

Their clothes lay scattered together on the floor. Even the air was charged with sexual tension. His breath brushed past her ear. It was soft and seductive.

Rose suddenly remembered his injury and tried to push him away. "Your wound..." She hadn't even had a proper look before he'd brought her to the bed.

However, Jonathan wasn't concerned about his injury.

"The wound... doesn't matter." Nothing was more important than her.

Jonathan was never an impatient person. He always remained calm, but at that moment, he felt a sense of urgency. He was eager to relive that deeply satisfying feeling he'd missed for so long.

He glanced at Rose who was in his arms. If she could still worry about his injury, then it was clearly a sign he hadn't done enough to capture her futbattention. It seemed needed to put in more efforte

As such, Rose didn't have the chance to focus on anything else due to his hard work. The room filled with their love, and it was a long while before ΝΩ everything finally calmed down. Jonathan woke up when the sun rose. The first thing he did when he woke up was look down at the person in his arms. Rose was nestled in his embrace, sleeping soundly. At that moment, Jonathan was content. He couldn't help but plant a kiss on her hair. A certain part of his body stirred again.

No.

Jonathan worked hard to push down the impulse. He had fully indulged himself last night and put her through a lot.

She was too tired now, so she needed to rest. He didn't want to hurt her with his lack of restraint.

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't sleep. He realized he had overestimated his self-control as he held her in his arms.

After struggling with himself for a moment, he decided to get up. The sky gradually brightened.

Jonathan went downstairs and headed straight for the kitchen. The villa hadn't been staffed yet, but the fridge was always stocked with ingredients. Soon, he was busy in the kitchen.

He cooked soatmeal, warmed smilk, and made sandwiches. He managed to fry a perfect heart-shaped egg after ruining a few in the process.

He looked at the breakfast he had prepared for Rose with satisfaction. He then arranged everything on the dining table. It was as if he was making a work of art. He had to make several adjustments before he was finally pleased.

However, he didn't notice that someone was watching him the whole time. Ezra was in the living room before Jonathan cdownstairs. The living room lights were off. He stayed hidden in the shadows, so Jonathan didn't notice him.

Ezra watched him walk into the kitchen. Under the kitchen lights, he saw as he bustled around in an m apron. For a moment, Ezra thought he was seeing things. The Jonathan who was feared and respected by many was... cooking?