Honey, You're a Billionaire?

His Feelings for Rose

Just as Jonathan was about to inquire, Rose hurriedly hung up the phone. He stared at the phone in confusion. Who was she greeting in this late night?

He suddenly thought of someone. To confirm his suspicions, he called Miles. The phone rang twice before it was answered.

"Hello?"

Miles's voice was full of laziness. Even through the phone, the slight smile on his face seemed to reach Jonathan.

"Where's Rose?"

Jonathan's voice was urgent and cold. Miles took a deep look at Rose. He thought she was talking to her husband just now, but he didn't expect it was Jonathan,

Calling Rose so late at night, it seemed Jonathan didn't take her husband seriously.

"She's Grandpa's new granddaughter, so she belongs to the Young family. It makes sense for her back to Young Estate at night.

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The smile at the corner of Miles's mouth became even thicker, Jonathan's face became even more dark, Jonathan hung up the phone with gloomy eyes,

When they talked on the phone, Miles's voice was very low, Rose, who was on the balcony next door, only saw him glance at her while talking on the phone before looking away.

She originally planned to take the opportunity to find out whether the reason he was unhappy in the dining room just now was because of her,

However, she couldn't disturb his conversation with others. Just as she was giving up her thoughts and preparing to go back to her room, Miles stopped her.

"Rose..."

She turned and met his eyes.

"Yes?"

A subtle strangeness appeared in Miles's eyes for a moment before disappearing.

"You can just call me Miles."

This was what Rose wanted.

"Want to have a drink?" Miles asked as he shook the wine glass in his hand.

Rose had no reason to refuse his warm invitation. Upon seeing her nod, Miles turned around and went back to his room. When he came back soon, he had a wine glass in his hand.

He poured the wine and handed it to Rose from the balcony. Afterward, they leaned against the

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After a few sips, Rose took advantage of the drunkenness and asked, "You don't like me entering the Young family?"

She felt that his attitude toward her had changed since Oliver recognized her as his granddaughter. The depression in Miles's heart resurfaced again.

He couldn't tell whether he was disappointed that he couldn't approach Rose as a man to prevent Jonathan from approaching her and keeping his promise to Harriette, or he was disappointed in other things. When he saw Oliver introduce everyone that Rose belonged to the Young family and was his sister, his heart seemed to be suddenly hollowed out. After a long silence, he took a sip of wine. "It's not that I don't like it."

He lied deliberately, not wanting to burden Rose.

"Really?"

She turned to look at him. The look in her eyes indicated that she didn't believe in his words. Miles turned around and caught her eyes. He was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed. He touched her head indulgently as he said, "How come I don't like you?"

He was stunned by his own words. However, Rose didn't notice his reaction. She finally felt relieved as she raised her wine glass and touched it with his.

"That's good. Don't worry, Grandpa recognizes me as his granddaughter, but I just met him by chance. Nothing in the Young family belongs to me, and I won't think about it at all. Rest assured, I'm just his granddaughter. There's nothing to do with the Young family. I just can't bear to let him down..."

Every time she saw Oliver, she felt reluctant. She felt that it must be that night when she knew that Oliver's daughter and her mother had the same birthday, so she subconsciously felt pity.

She thought Oliver felt the same. She was paying homage to her mother through Oliver. Meanwhile, Oliver was also yearning for his daughter through her

Thinking of her mother, she took another big sip of wine. As she raised her head, she met Miles's deep and complicated eyes.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked.

He was smiling just now, but he was frowning and looking at her with a strange look now. Miles was slightly startled. He looked away in panic as if trying to hide something. "Miles..." she continued to inquire.

However, Miles suddenly turned around and went back to his room. Rose watched his figure disappear. The light in the next room quickly went out. As she frowned, she heard his calm voice. "Rose, I'm a little drunk."

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She quickly replied, "Then rest early."

"Alright."

His sound disappeared. However, he felt very uneasy in the room. At this moment, his own words were still echoing in his mind..

"How come I don't like you?"

Thinking of it, his heart was pounding hard. How could he fall in love with her?

He admired her talent very much. Later, he learned that Jonathan was interested in her, and his admiration for her was mixed with other feelings.

He approached her with purpose. Everything he did was to help Jonathan keep his promise to Harriette. He took a deep breath, deliberately not thinking deeply about his feelings for Rose.

That night, his dreams were filled with Rose. He woke up before dawn the next day. He walked to the balcony where they drank last night and stood there until dawn.

Early in the morning, Rose walked out of the room after washing up. Miles also happened to come out

of the room.

"Miles, good morning."

She smiled brightly. She was wearing a white long house dress, her hair was slightly messy. Her charming look fell into Miles's eyes. He was slightly startled.

The dreams full of Rose from last night appeared in his mind. He quickly turned his eyes away and hurried downstairs.

"Mr. Young, breakfast is ready. You..."

Patrick's voice came from downstairs.

"I won't eat," Miles said before hurrying out of the door.

Rose watched his back disappear in a puzzle.

"He's weird today. He usually has breakfast with Grandpa before leaving. Why is he in such a hurry today?" Anastasia asked as she looked at Rose, whose frown deepened.

A hint of coldness flashed in Anastasia's eyes. She then walked to Rose and held her hand affectionately as they walked downstairs.

"Rosie, did you sleep well last night? Today is the weekend, I'll take you somewhere."

Rose couldn't refuse her invitation. After having breakfast with Oliver, Anastasia couldn't wait to bring Rose out. An hour later, they arrived at their destination.

Looking at the cruise at the port, Rose looked at Anastasia in confusion.