Honey, You're a Billionaire?

This was something neither Lizzie nor Bella wanted to see. Bella was the first to speak up. "Anna, go and find them."

Anna immediately turned around and retraced her steps. "Mr. Finch? Ms. Shaffer?" she tentatively called out as she searched.

When the sound reached Rose's ears from behind the floral wall, she froze. "Someone's coming!"

At this moment, her body was pressed closely against Jonathan's. She instinctively tried to push him away, but his hand on her back held her tighter. The footsteps grew nearer outside the floral wall. "Jonathan!" Rose's voice carried a trace of urgency.

If anyone from the Finch family saw her so intimately intertwined with Jonathan, she figured that she would face more scrutiny and attacks from Yara, Anastasia, and the rest of the family tonight. The more nervous she got, the tighter Jonathan held her. With a mischievous tone, his voice came from atop her head as he said, "Call me something else."

Rose was at a loss for words before she eventually decided to give in. It was just a change of address, right?

"Jon..." Surely that would suffice.

To her surprise, Jonathan frowned. "That's still formal."

Was that still too formal for him? Rose forced a smile and tried again. "Jo... Jonny?" That wouldn't sound formal, would it?

However, Jonathan visibly stiffened, and he abruptly pulled away from her. Just as Rose thought the nickname "Jonny" finally pleased him to let her go, she met his cold, intense gaze. Only one thought crossed her mind-the nickname hadn't satisfied him at all! What should she call him then?

As Rose pondered, Jonathan leaned in as if to punish her. His handsome face magnified in her vision, and in the next moment, she felt his lips on hers... Her mind went blank.

The sudden pain on her lips snapped her back to reality. When realization struck her, Jonathan had already released her before she could struggle or cry out.

The sudden start and abrupt end left Rose dazed. The instigator, however, laughed.

Jonathan pulled her back into his arms. "Silly, I just wanted to hear you call me hubby. It's been a long time since I heard it."

Hubby... Rose's mind buzzed.

Jonathan's actions and voice were filled with fondness. "Never mind if you won't say it, but no matter who we face later, always remember that I'm your hubby! I'm yours..." The words "I'm yours" buzzed louder in Rose's mind. Her thoughts muddled together.

She vaguely heard Jonathan warning that she'd be in big trouble if she were to push him to anyone else. She didn't even realize that he had let go of her until a voice woke her. "Ms. Shaffer, Ms. Shaffer?"

Rose snapped back to reality and saw Anna in front of her. A flash of panic crossed Rose's eyes.

"Where's Mr. Finch?" Anna asked again.

Rose quickly glanced around and realized Jonathan was nowhere to be seen, but she knew he was watching her from the shadows.

Taking a deep breath, she calmly replied, "I don't know."

Anna looked around but didn't see Jonathan. After deciding that Eleanor's priority was Rose, she stopped searching for Jonathan.

"It's dark, Ms. Shaffer. Please follow me so you won't get lost," Anna said respectfully.

Rose nodded and followed her. Without the cover of the floral wall, those waiting ahead saw Rose. They felt relieved that she hadn't left and that the trap would proceed as planned. Only Yara found it odd. Why did both Jonathan and Rose disappear, but only Rose returned? Where was Jonathan? She glanced behind Rose, but Jonathan was nowhere to be seen. "Weren't we in a hurry to eat? Why aren't we moving?" Jonathan's voice broke the silence.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Everyone waiting turned to see him at the main building, leaning casually against the wall at the main entrance. His arms were crossed, and he was looking relaxed.

When did he get there? Rose couldn't hide her surprise when she looked at Jonathan.

"Hurry up, I'm starving!" The nervousness Rose had given him was gone. Right now, he was composed as he walked into the main hall.

His attitude didn't escape Eleanor's notice. She understood her grandson well. Jonathan's current demeanor suggested he had things under control and was certain about something. "Let's go," Eleanor said.

Everyone snapped out of their thoughts and followed her into the hall.

This was Rose's second visit to the Finch Manor. Compared to the Young Estate in Regalia, the Finch Manor was more traditional and rustic.

The last time she was here was at night, too tense to appreciate the house. But tonight... Since it was a family dinner, she felt a sense of relaxation as if she were "home".

As Rose walked through the main hall to the dining room, she admired the furnishings in the house.

She noticed the walls of the house displayed several rare evening gown designs. The soft lighting cast a glow on the gowns, making them appear almost alive through the glass display cases. When passing by one particular gown, Rose stopped. Yara noticed this, and a sneer formed at the corner of her mouth.

She said, "Ms. Shaffer, you've probably never seen anything like this, right? Well, you're from Aquastead.

"Although Aquastead is a big city, the Young family is just a small household. You definitely haven't had the chance to see these kinds of treasures."

Yara pointed to the evening gown collection on the wall. "Grandma Eleanor loves these clothes. These items were all crafted by famous designers, most of whom are no longer alive. These are unique pieces that are incredibly valuable!"

Yara had researched Eleanor's preferences. Eleanor liked flowers, plants, and evening gowns.

Yara had initially planned to gift Eleanor a valuable evening gown today, but all the best collectible designs were already displayed on this wall. Hence, she had to settle for choosing rare flowers and plants instead.

As for Rose... Her longing expression clearly showed she hadn't seen much of the world!

However, Rose seemed not to hear Yara's words. She was fixated on the evening gown in front of her. The indigo satin and the vividly

ve

embroidered red peony flowers on

the gown were captivating

This one undoubtedly had the best design, cut, and embroidery among all the evening gowns. However...

Rose's gaze fell on a certain spot on the lower left side of the evening gown, searching for a trace of something she remembered as if trying to confirm something...

Although the lighting could deceive the eye and hide that trace, Rose still saw it.

"What a pity..."