Honey, You're a Billionaire?

You Have No Right to Call Me Husband Elysian Hotel, Room 602.

As soon as Jonathan entered, memories of that night came rushing back into his mind. Rose, in a fiery alluring red dress, seemed to be right in front of him now. Soon, his hazy, intoxicated eyes cleared up.

The empty room held only him. His lips curved into a bitter smile. That night, it seemed like Rose had planted a curse on him, which had been deepened with each passing day.

Meanwhile, she had left, carefree and untouched. Sitting at the edge of the bed, he felt the sobriety was making it even more unbearable.

He decided to call the front desk for a bottle of alcohol. The front desk then prepared the drink and sent it up to his room.

Kelly, who had been waiting for the right moment, seemed to sense something and followed him to the sixth floor.

"Ah..."

She suddenly let out a painful cry, as if she had stumbled and fallen, kneeling on the floor.

"Miss, are you alright?" the staff inquired cautiously.

Kelly gazed at the staff in pain and replied, "It seems like I've sprained my leg. Can you please help me to get up?"

The staff looked at the tray with the drink. After hesitating for a moment, he came over to assist her.

As he helped her walk forward, he failed to notice that an unknown substance had dropped into the empty glass.

As the scheme worked, Kelly said with a smile, "Thank you, I can walk now."

She appeared to be polite but was secretly planning her next steps. Soon, the staff delivered the wine to Room 602. The room remained dimly lit.

Jonathan opened the bottle. He was so thirsty that he quickly downed the first glass. After drinking several more glasses, the alcohol's effects kicked in.

His head became even dizzier than before. He also felt a surge of heat, a fire burning within him, heading. straight to his throat. He swallowed hard and unbuttoned his shirt.

However, he couldn't dissipate the heat. At this moment, images of Rose kept appearing in his mind, as if the alluring scene from Room 62 that night was constantly flashing before his eyes. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. It seemed as if the knocking had disrupted those images, causing them to disappear, His eyes revealed a hint of displeasure as he got up to open the door. Outside the door, a woman in a red dress looked at him pitifully.

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He instinctively called out her name. Kelly was taken aback. She didn't like him calling Rose's name. However, it might be more advantageous if Jonathan mistook her for Rose.

"You look good in a red dress."

He still believed this was his illusion. Rose had planned to distance herself from him, she couldn't have actively sought him out. Since it was an illusion, there was no need to hide his true feelings. Kelly was drawn in his misty, alluring gaze. She almost called out "Mr. Finch". However, she realized that Jonathan didn't her identity.

After some thought, she softly called, "Hubby

Jonathan froze for a moment, thinking the illusion felt surprisingly real.

"Don't you want to let me in?"

Kelly seemed worried about missing out and decided to move on quickly. Jonathan turned to the side and let her in. The dimly lit room made her feel more at ease.

In the dim light, she noticed an empty wine bottle on the table, making her mission even easier.

"Hubby, come here."

She imitated Rose's tone, beckoning seductively to him. Jonathan's eyes showed a glimmer of interest, but it quickly disappeared.

As he approached her, his face had a slight flush. As he reached Kelly, she almost reached out for him. However, before she could make contact with his body, he gripped the back of her head with significant force.

Before she could react, she was pushed against the wall. Her face pressed against it and contorted the pressure.

"Ah... Hubby..." she cried out in pain.

She thought it was one of Jonathan's tricks, but what she expected did not happen. He viciously grabbed her hair, as if he was displeased to hear her calling him husband.

He said in a stern, displeased tone, "Hubby? You don't have the right to call me that!"

With that, he raised her by her hair. As she screamed in pain, he mercilessly dragged her along, opening the door and forcefully kicking her out.

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