Honey, You're a Billionaire?

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Jonathan's heart trembled. He frowned as he honked his horn.

Seeing him in the car, Rose asked, "Why are you here?"

"Just passing by," Jonathan replied calmly.

Rose's eyes lit up instantly. She hadn't expected a way out. Her star escort husband was indeed an angel sent by heaven. She smiled and blinked with anticipation.

"Um, can I stay for a night? Just one night. Then, I'll leave early tomorrow morning."

Seeing Jonathan furrowing his brows, she immediately added, "I can pay you..."

She had no idea that Jonathan frowned because she wanted to leave the next morning. However, he was glad that she was asking to stay of her own accord.

He replied expressionlessly, "Get in the car,"

Rose quickly sat in the passenger seat as she was afraid that he might change his mind.

On the way, she admired her star escort husband's perfect profile.

She couldn't help but sigh, "You have the same last name as that so-called Mr. Finch, but you're much better than him..."

She shook her head as she looked disdainful. Jonathan frowned. She seemed to dislike the so-called Mr.

Finch.

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in the guest room in Jonathan's residence at Zenwood Gardens. She fell asleep as soon as she laid down on the bed. Jonathan, who was in the room next door, spent a particularly peaceful night. The next morning, when Jonathan woke up, Rose had already bought breakfast. She served it while keeping an eye on her phone.

With the sunlight streaming into the room, Jonathan found the breakfast unusually delicious with her beside him. Suddenly, his gaze froze when he noticed a rental listing on her phone. He furrowed as he asked, "Are you looking for a place to rent?"

Rose replied, "Yes. That darn Mr. Finch is too petty. I don't know how I offended him. Since he's in Aquastead, I probably won't be able to stay in a hotel. Renting a place wouldn't be bad." Her eyes suddenly lit up when she saw a rental listing that piqued her interest. She immediately prepared to contact the estate agent.

Jonathan's face darkened. He was no longer interested in breakfast.

Rose had arranged to meet with the real estate agent. After breakfast, she took all her belongings with her before leaving. She even left one day's rent behind,

During the entire morning. Jonathan seemed preoccupied. Even Finley noticed that something was bothering him.

He couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Finch, is there something on your mind?"

Jonathan shot him a glance. He asked in a surprisingly earnest tone, "If there's someone you want to keep by your side, but she insists on wandering, what would you do?" Finley hesitated before replying. "Well, I'd make sure she has nowhere else to wander and can only stay by my side..."

He sounded rather pleased with his answer as he found himself having a day where he could guide Jonathan.

However, he then realized the "someone" Jonathan was talking about might be Rose.

He recalled the previous night when Jonathan had instructed him to use all his connections to ensure that no hotel in Aquastead would allow Rose to check-in. He couldn't help but tremble. At the same time, a smile formed on Jonathan's face as he realized that the method he had used last night had indeed been the right choice.

He could use the same method to prevent her from renting a house.

"Notify all the real estate agencies in Aquastead that no one can rent a house to Rose. Whoever dares to do so won't be able to stay in Aquastead anymore," he instructed.

He was confident that when the time came, he could appear before her as he had done the previous night. Then, she would have no choice but to beg him to accommodate her.

On the other hand, Finley became anxious. He had been working by Jonathan's side since he was a child. Apart from Anastasia Young, he had never seen him care so much about a woman. He even heard Rose calling him "hubby" at the hospital, and yet he didn't get angry.

He couldn't help but feel uneasy. What if Rose became the female owner of the Finch family one day, and she found out that it was Jonathan's idea that prevented her from renting a house? Feeling anxious, he said, "Mr. Finch, would it be alright? How about we..."

Just then, Jonathan's phone rang. His gaze turned icy after seeing the name on it-it was Anastasia.