Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 404 Take Her HFor sreason, Rose's heart palpitated the closer she got.

The gaze from behind the mask initially held a smile, but an overwhelming sense of oppression suddenly surged within her. Rose had barely even reached the man when her body froze. She forgot to turn around. "It's you!" Rose blurted out. Was he the source of the sense of oppression? But why? Noticing the confusion in Rose's eyes, Jonathan's face behind the mask froze, but it soon resumed to normal. So she had just recognized his "new identity".

They shared a bed and did everything a couple should. He missed her dearly day and night, and he would pause just at the mention of her name. However, she still couldn't recognize him even after touching his body! Filled with jealousy, he obviously forgot that before coming out, he had sprayed an unfamiliar cologne on purpose. He had hidden his identity as well.

"You haven't answered me. Do you like it?" Jonathan's deep voice was faint amidst the music.

Although Rose heard his question, she was puzzled. What was it that she liked? Before she could ask, Jonathan had grabbed her wrist. Shocked and helpless, Rose felt her wrist being pulled forward and her hand pressed against his chest.

Through the thin layer of the shirt, the sensation underneath made Rose's mind go blank. She retracted her hand as if she had been scalded. Jonathan didn't stop her this time. Instead, he looked at her with a smile. "You..." She would have slapped him if it were in the past, but she wasn't repulsed by the man in front of her now.

Rose figured that Jonathan must have needed money so desperately that he considered her a cash cow. That might explain why he tried every means to seduce her.

"Forget it!" Rose didn't want to get involved with him any further.

She turned around to continue asking for directions, but no one was around even after she turned several corners. The private rooms in the bar were designed like a maze.

Jonathan followed her. He leaned slightly over and whispered in Rose's ear, "You still haven't givenyour answer. Do you like it?" Rose kept walking, but she couldn't hide her accelerating heartbeat and flushed face.

The man was like a persistent plaster who stuck to her. Since Rose couldn't shake him off, she had to confront him, "How much?" Jonathan frowned.

Rose had clearly lost patience. "I didn't bring cash. I'll add the tip to the bill later." Once he received the money and felt less pressured, he wouldn't have to work so hard anymore. It was only now that Jonathan realized what Rose was doing. So, she was trying to give him money again.

His eyes sparkled with amusement. Rose noticed the smile and breathed a sigh of relief. Since they had reached a mutual agreement, one more request from her wasn't too much to ask, right? "Can you takeout of here?" She was fed up with the maze-like private rooms.

"Of course." Jonathan was more than happy to guide her out.

Rose soon reached the booth area with someone leading the way.

The first thing she did was reach out to the manager to settle the bill and add a tip. She made a special remark that the remainder of it should be given to a particular man.

The manager knew who she was referring to. It was Jonathan. He had never expected Jonathan, who controlled the Finch Group's trillion-dollar empire, to have such a peculiar hobby. Rose lost interest in all the male models around her. She was so focused on drinking since she no longer felt pressured like before.

Indeed. Jonathan needed money so badly that he considered her his life-saving straw.

Feeling more at ease, Rose unknowingly drank a few more glasses, but it wasn't long before a few glasses made her tipsy.

Rose frowned. She knew her tolerance was much higher than that. Jonathan knew that too, so he instructed his men to serve highly intoxicating drinks. When Rose drunkenly collapsed, Jonathan signaled to Finley. The others present left one by one until only a few people remained in the booth.

Jonathan walked straight to Rose and removed his mask. Rose was stunned when she saw the familiar face amidst her blurred vision.

After recovering from a moment of surprise, she slapped his cheek. "You're everywhere!" Wasn't that the truth? He was always lingering in her mind.

Rose figured that she was really drunk. Otherwise, how could she hallucinate seeing Jonathan? How could the mighty ruler of the Finch Group be here in the bar? "I'm leaving. Yvonne... Where's Yvonne?" Rose pushed Jonathan's face aside and started searching for Yvonne. Equally drunk, Yvonne responded immediately upon hearing Rose's voice, "Here! I'm here... let's... let's go home." Stumbling, Yvonne found Rose, who completely ignored the man in front of her. As they held onto each other, they prepared to leave.

"Rosie, how was it? Let's cagain sother time." "Not here. Let's go somewhere else. Somewhere without him..." Rose pointed at Jonathan.

Again, she saw Jonathan's face. She ignored him and walked out of the bar with Yvonne as they held onto each other.

With that, only Finley and Leonard were left. Leonard couldn't help but sympathize with Jonathan as he blurted out, "It seems Mrs. Fineh doesn't 't like Mr. Finch that much either..." When Leonard sensed a cold glare being shot at him, he immediately corrected himself. His words were now fawning with a hint of plea. "Mrs. Finch is drunk. She's drunk... Haha..." Jonathan couldn't bother dealing with Leonard. Rose and Yvonne had been holding onto each other, but they somehow swapped partners. Rose found a man standing by her side... Was she hallucinating? Why did she keep seeing Jonathan? "Yvonne?" Rose instantly panicked as she looked around for Yvonne.

But Jonathan stepped forward to block her view. "Someone's taking care of her. I'll take you home." Rose frowned at the word "take". She couldn't help thinking that the man in front of her was strange.

"Rosie?" A man's mixed with worry voice sounded.

Rose looked up and saw Miles walking toward her with a stern look on his face.

"Miles..." Rose straightened up to move forward, but Jonathan clasped her shoulders tight.

Miles glanced at Rose as he approached. When his eyes turned to Jonathan, they were burning with anger. "I'll take Rose home." Miles reached out to pull Rose over, but Finley swiftly stepped between them to block his way.

"Mr. Miles, Mrs. Finch is going home, but to Mr Finch's residence. As an couple, Mr and Mrs. Finch shouldn't be staying apart all the time. Please understand, Mr. Miles." Understand? Understand what? Miles wanted nothing more than to punch Jonathan. "Who's that? He looks like... Mr. Miles?" "And the other man..." Voices cfrom not far away.

The bar was a spot frequented by paparazzi who took valuable photos of scandals: They would always reap considerable benefits either by making the news public or by. blackmailing the people in the photos.

Realization struck Jonathan and Miles. Almost instinctively, they m responded by shielding Rose with their bodies at the stime. X