Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Am Your Husband

Jonathan's face brightened with a smile.

As the car was about to enter the underground parking, he suddenly said, "Stop the car."

Finley was momentarily stunned, wondering if there was an issue with his wound.

He swiftly stopped the car and inquired, "Mr. Finch, is it your wound...."

"I'm fine," Jonathan said, his gaze still fixed on the area where the light was shining.

Despite claiming to be okay, more sweat appeared on his forehead.

Tracing his gaze, Finley observed a place lit up by lights. It suddenly dawned on him that Jonathan wasn't heading home but trying to ascertain if Rose was at home. "Let's go!"

Jonathan feared someone might be tracking them and didn't want to stay around for too long. Finley grasped his order and immediately drove off.

At this moment, Anastasia hurriedly got out of the car at the lobby of Aquastead Hotel.

While she remained at the hospital, the news of Jonathan's discreet departure reached her. She knew he must have gone to find Rose. She placed a call to Young Estate to ask about Rose's location. "Ms. Rose must be asleep by now. She fell into the water earlier today. After returning, she took a bath and hasn't been seen leaving her room since," May was the one answering the phone. Anastasia finally relaxed, completely unaware that Rose and Miles had already taken off.

She didn't dare to visit Zenwood Gardens, opting to test her luck at the Aquastead Hotel instead, hoping for Jonathan's possible visit here.

As expected, she only waited for a short while before a car parked at the hotel entrance. Finley supported Jonathan as he disembarked from the vehicle.

Anastasia rushed up immediately, asking with concern, "Jonathan, the doctor said you need proper rest. Why did you run out?"

She was brimming with concern, yet Jonathan didn't spare her a single glance. He walked past her. and entered the hotel, taking the elevator straight up to the presidential suite on the top floor. She was discontented due to being ignored, yet she didn't dare show it..

Anastasia followed Jonathan all the way, but as they reached the door, Finley extended a hand to stop her. T Young, and Mr. Finch need rest. Please, you may go back."

She came to a halt, feeling displeased by Finley's meddling as she truly couldn't accept leaving like

this.

Anastasia looked at Jonathan's retreating figure and urgently pleaded, "Jonathan, let me take care of

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14is reaction left her speechless

She also suddenly remembered something, a hint of guilt flashing in her eyes She swiftly took out Jonathan's phone from her bag wanting to hand it to him herself.

However, as she was about to walk through the door, Jonathan coldly stated, "Finley."

Merely calling out the name was enough for Finley to grasp his meaning. He once again extended his hand, stopping Anastasia, and said. "Ms. Young, just hand over the phone to me."

As Finley spoke, he had already grabbed the phone. She gritted her teeth, still refusing to let go.

However, she caught Jonathan's icy, disdainful gaze. She hesitated briefly, eventually relenting and releasing her grip

Jonathan took the phone from Finley and then issued a cold dismissal, "Ms. Young, you may leave now. Furthermore, my personal belongings will naturally be taken care of by someone else. Please, show some restraint in the future"

His implication was clear-to mind her own business. Anastasia looked utterly forlorn, biting her lip. tears on the brink of falling from her eyes

She wanted to say more, but Jonathan had already turned away, not deigning to spare her even a glance. Jonathan's door closed shut, and she slowly clenched her fists.

Anastasia murmured in her heart, "Jonathan's growing colder toward me, all because of Rose!"

"Damn it!" she muttered angrily through gritted teeth.

She now saw Rose as an even bigger thorn in her side. However, when Lucas and Jonathan went toMaterial © of NôvelDrama.Org.

the restroom together today, she happened to answer the two calls Rose made to Jonathan.

She purposely made a sound at that moment, hoping Rose would recognize her voice

Coupled with the ambiguous words she intentionally spoke in the morning, she refused to believe that Rose wouldn't misunderstand. And what she desired most was precisely Rose's misunderstanding! Rose was drinking alone in Zenwood Gardens. She had already consumed most of the alcohol she brought out and was already feeling quite drunk.

"Damn, nasty man!" she muttered with a slight flush on her cheeks.

The phone placed on the side table was lit up, its screen displaying the wallpaper of her star escort husband

a divorce!"

Rose suddenly called out and tilted her head back for a sip of her drink. She decided to return the billion-dollar debt soon and instructed him to roll away as far as possible.

In a drunken haze, she grabbed her phone and checked the balance in her account. The savings. showed over eight hundred million, leaving a gap of over one hundred million Given Celeste Jewels' current revenue, it seems unattainable to raise over a hundred million within a

year.

Argh...

Rose felt a bit frantic. But as her emotions surged, the alcohol she had just swallowed suddenly surged back up, causing a wave of nausea.

Her expression shifted, and she quickly got up and dashed to the bathroom, vomiting for a while until she felt a bit better.

She didn't notice that as she hurried into the bathroom, her phone rang. She had the water running and couldn't hear anything at that moment.

Meanwhile, Jonathan looked ghastly pale at the Aquastead Hotel. The phone in his hand was dialing Rose. Even if they couldn't meet, he longed to hear her voice. But even after dialing for some time, there was still no response.

Jonathan furrowed his brow, thinking she might have already fallen asleep. Just as he was about to disappointedly hang up the call, the phone suddenly connected. "Hello!" An enraged shout came through the phone.

Jonathan was startled, then immediately heard Rose fiercely speaking on the other end, "Hmph, thinking your handsome face gives you the right to do as you please? Let me make it clear, I have no interest in you whatsoever. Not coming home? Fine by me. You can go wherever, be with whomever you like, I'm not here to cater to you..."

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At this point in her accusation, she suddenly hiccupped. Jonathan could sense the strong alcohol even through the phone.

He suppressed the pain from his wound and asked with concern, "Are you drinking right now?"

"Whether I've had a drink or not... hic... what... what's it to you? Who are you to me? You're nobody to me!"

With her phone clutched in hand, Rose had been at a seven on the drunkenness scale moments ago, but now she had skyrocketed to a perfect ten.

She couldn't even discern who was calling on her phone's screen.

Who are you to me?"

ie caught the ringing of her phone after leaving the bathroom. She didn't care who was on the other

end at all.

All she knew was that she was feeling restless and needed to vent. Therefore, she picked up the call, treating the other person as a target for her outburst, Jonathan's brows furrowed even deeper, and he said sternly, 'Rose Shaffer, I am your husband!"