Honey, You're a Billionaire by Chandler Solar

Chapter 386 Intertwined The reality made Rose's nonchalance feel like a slap to Anastasia's face. She could not help the jealousy boiling in her as she stormed up to Rose, intending to slap the cavalier grin off the latter's face. Anastasia raised her hand, but as she brought it down in an arc, Rose seized her wrist.

Rose had regained sstrength after sleeping, and she did not hold back. Anastasia tried to pull away from her grip, but her struggles were to no avail.

She glowered at Rose and commanded, "Let go of me!" Rose snorted. She would be a fool to let Anastasia go and earn herself a slap across the face. She maintained her vise-like grip on Anastasia's wrist even as the latter seethed.

"We're in Young Estate right now! If you don't let go, I'll scream." "Go ahead," Rose said, a cruel challenge flickering in her eyes.

She didn't bother playing nice now that things had escalated to the point of near-violence. "Don't think I don't know that you trippedoutside the estate yesterday." She had known about Anastasia sticking her foot out and tripping her yesterday, but she did not expose the wretched young lady for it. However, the wretched young lady just had to provoke her, and Rose hated provocation.

Shock colored Anastasia's face as she went still, forgetting to struggle and pull away from Rose's grip.

Rose continued slowly, menacingly, "You know what? It'd be great if you screamed and woke the whole house now. That'll givea chance to explain to everyone why I'm picking on you now!" Anastasia was well aware that even though Miles had taken Rose under his wing, he would not hesitate to make Anastasia pay if he found out she tried to trip Rose.

With Oliver gone, the distribution of the Young family's fortune was still an undecided matter. Anastasia couldn't afford to get on Miles' bad side now.

However, the thought of Miles and Jonathan reaching out to catch Rose last night sent another wave of jealousy crashing over her.

She gritted her teeth and snarled at Rose, "What the hell did you do to bewitch those two men and Grandpa?" Until now, Anastasia could not make sense of Oliver's past attitude toward Rose. She still couldn't accept the fact that the old man had risked his life to save Rose from Kelly.

Anastasia's accusation struck Rose like lightning. Bewitched, huh? Miles was her friend and brother. They shared a natural and easygoing bond.

As for Jonathan, she had never thought about taking advantage of him. Not even their marriage of convenience or the feelings she subsequently developed for him changed that.

With Oliver, Rose felt nothing but guilt for the tragedy that befell him. If she and Oliver had never met, he would never have becKelly's target. She had put Oliver in danger. It was her fault he died at Kelly's hand.

Guilt and grief tore at her, but before Anastasia could see her anguish, she quickly hid it and warned the latter coldly, "Don't get on my nerves." Rose released Anastasia's wrist with a hard fling, then turned and left without so much as a backward glance.

"You-" Anastasia made to go after her, but she stopped instinctively when she saw Rose heading toward the front door. Rose was going to see Jonathan, and there was nothing she could do to stop her. She growled through gritted teeth, "Rose!" She clenched her fists as her jealousy made her yell after Rose. She watched as Rose walked out the door and pictured her running into Jonathan's arms.

Hatred filled her as she silently vowed, "Just wait, Rose. You'll never marry into the Finch family on my watch!" Under the streetlight, Jonathan shivered when the breeze picked up. He had lost count of the times he had sneezed.

Rose had only just stepped out of the gates when she heard him sneezing. She stopped just as he glanced in her direction. His eyes lit up when he saw her.

He did not wait for Rose to walk up to him and instead jogged over to her excitedly. "Rose..." When he noticed how thin her clothes were, he shrugged off his jacket without hesitation and wrapped it around her.

Only then did she snap out of her daze. Her gaze fell on the red tip of his nose. She felt sorry for him for bracing the cold, but her tone was full of admonishment as she asked, "Dont you have anywhere else to go? Jonathan stared at her helplessly. Before he could respond, she grabbed his wrist and said, "Cwith me!" The warmth of her fingers spread from his wrist to the rest of his body, chasing away the chill in his bones.

He struggled against her grip, tugging at her arm until she stopped and turned to look at him inquisitively. "Why did you-" She didn't get to ask him why he had stopped, for what he did next was an answer enough.

His free hand clasped around hers and pried it away from his wrist. Her fingers grazed the brittle air for only a second before his warm palm was pressed against hers. The next moment, their fingers intertwined.

"I like this better," Jonathan said, looking into her eyes. She was all he could see as he swung their interlocked hands as if to show her off. "Where are you taking me?" Rose blinked when she noticed the expectant gleam in his eyes. The man before her was nothing like the cold and domineering Jonathan rumor had made him out to be.

She would have drowned in his have indulgent gaze if she didn't know he was Jonathan Finch, but unfortunately, she could not unlearn the truth. The man before her was the head of the Finch family admired and feared by all of Regalia.

Rose looked away from him, but not before he caught the frigid look in her eyes. Still, he found assurance in the warmth of their intertwined hands.

He stopped inquiring about where she was taking him and simply let her lead him forward. He froze when her steps halted before his car.

He figured she must have had something she wished to speak to him about in private, specifically in his car. If not, she could be suggesting that he take her someplace that they could reach by car. Rose was about to open the door when Jonathan hurried forward and said, "Letget the door for you!" As if he could ever let a fair lady open the car door by herself. Chivalry and love demanded that he open the door for her every tfrom now on.

As he opened the door, he stepped aside to let Rose get in. However, she did not budge as she said, "Get in." Jonathan stared at her speechlessly. Was she asking him to get in first? He considered the possibility of it and acceded, reluctantly letting go of her hand.

The moment his fingers detached from hers, a hollow feeling seized him. He had wanted to hold her hand NO as soon as she got into the car after him, but he was surprised to hear the door closing behind him instead.

He turned around and gaped at Rose through the car window. He made to open the door to let her in, but she had thrown her weight against the door to keep him from opening it. At once, Jonathan realized what she was doing. He rolled down the window and smiled at her appeasingly.

"Will you please get in the car, wifey? It's getting cold outside, and I don't want you to freeze." X