Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Only the Back of the Head In Sight

Rose's gaze followed the leather shoes upwards and saw a black mask. The sparkling ripples of the pool were reflected on the mask, and she thought she had seen a ghost.

She held her breath, pretending to be calm and hoping the "ghost" couldn't see her.

In the next moment, the black mask enlarged in front of her; the "ghost" actually crouched down and reached out toward her. Jonathan's hand gripped her am as he wanted to pull her out of the pool. Rose felt like she'd been jolted by electricity, and all her pretense of composure instantly crumbled. There was only one thought in her mind-to run.

She forcefully tumed around and kicked the pool wall with all her might, propelling herself several feet away. At the same time, it caused Jonathan to plunge into the water with a splash. ry? He swam t

He was drenched from head to toe. His expression darkened. Was he really that scary? He Rose and once again grabbed her arm.

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Instinctively, Rose kicked frantically, narrowly missing his sensitive areas several times. His expression. grew even darker, and he firmly wrapped his hands and legs around her.

Rose was terrified out of her wits as she thought the 'ghost' must be a water ghost.

"Bro, if you're looking for a stand-in, I'm not suitable. How about you release me, and I promise to visit

your grave every year... No, I'll go every day!" she earnestly tried to persuade.

Jonathan narrowed his eyes. He wondered if she thought he was a ghost.

"I'm not a ghost," he said in a low voice.

Stunned by his confession, Rose asked, "Then, who are you?"

Jonathan almost claimed himself as her husband, but he quickly realized and said with a serious tone, "I am Mr. Finch."

Upon hearing these words, Rose's entire body stiffened. She had been so frightened just now that she had forgotten Mr. Finch was in the pavilion.

She glanced in the direction of the pavilion. It was now empty, and the man who was tightly embracing her from behind. His breath brushed against her ear, causing her to swallow nervously. "So, you are Mr. Finch. It was a big misunderstanding. Can you please release me now?" she asked.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

In this rare moment, she was behaving meekly in his embrace, like a docile kitten. Jonathan was tempted to not let go. Suddenly, she cried out in pain. "What's wrong?" He instinctively released his grip. "Did I hurt you? Tell me where it hurts."

His caring tone momentarily left Rose flustered. However, she quickly remembered that he was Mr. Finch, her nemesis with whom she had a terrible fate. She needed to escape quickly.

When she turned around in a panic, her hand accidentally touched the mask on his face. With a slight pull, the mask came off. As Jonathan realized what had happened, a flash of anger crossed his eyes. Nevertheless, his immediate reaction was to turn around. Rose thought she would see Mr. Finch's true face, but she was a bit too late.

She only saw the back of his head-even the back of his head looked good too. She couldn't deny that Mr. Finch probably had a decent appearance. However, his action of turning away just now was too conspicuous, as if he deliberately protected his face from being seen by others.

Could it be that he originally looked good, but there was something disfigured on his face? What a pity... A trace of sympathy welled up in her heart. Soon, she realized that she needed to escape while Mr. Finch had already let her go. She quickly turned and swam to the other side of the pool.

She was about to climb out of the pool when a large hand reached out to her. She looked up and was surprised to see the person.

"Mr. Young..."

Miles smiled warmly as he said, "Come up quickly. Don't catch a cold."

Gratefully, Rose smiled at him and quickly climbed out of the pool with his help.

"Go to the second floor and change into some dry clothes. Luckily, my sister used to stay in this villa, and your body shape is similar to hers. You can wear her clothes; they should fit you." Miles handed her a bathrobe. His actions and tone were incredibly gentle.

"Thank you, Mr. Young."

After expressing her gratitude, Rose left the backyard. Just as she had gone a short distance, she suddenly realized she was still holding Mr. Finch's mask.

In the light, she noticed that this mask was the same as the one Mr. Finch had worn at the Lane family banquet. She thought that perhaps he couldn't be without the mask due to some facial condition, After hesitating for a moment, she couldn't bring herself to keep it and decided to head back.