Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 387

Jonathan was worried about Rose getting cold. She would have been touched by his concern if he hadn't called her "wifey", which reminded her that what they had was a deal on paper—a consequence of mistakes and happenstance.

She could ignore that stinging fact if she were in Aquastead. But now that they were in Regalia, she had to admit Anastasia had given her a reality check.

"Don't call me 'wifey' so casually, Mr. Finch," Rose warned, her gaze distant and flickering with contempt.

The smile on Jonathan's handsome face faltered slightly, but only for a moment. The corners of his lips were still tugged upward when he reached for Rose's hand.

However, she drew back from him when his fingers grazed her hand. He heard her sneer the next second.

"You're making things hard for me, Mr. Finch. Don't you know where you are? It's not a good look for the head of the Finch family to be caught loitering outside Young Estate.

"Who knows what the media is capable of writing up if someone snapped a picture of you hovering here? The rumors could be damaging for both of us.

"Also, while I appreciate you helping me last night in front of the press, you are still a member of high society. I'd rather you didn't say any of those things or behave that way in the future, lest someone gets the wrong idea."

Rose wanted to keep the conversation brief and straight to the point. As such, she kept a cold and indifferent tone while delivering the harshest words she could think of.

She doubted Jonathan, who had been revered his whole life, could stand being condescended to like this.

Sure enough, the smile on Jonathan's face disappeared. His face turned stormy as he assessed Rose with narrowed eyes. She felt her heart sink to her stomach. Had she gone too far and stirred the angry beast in him?

However, there was no taking back what she said. Perhaps angering the beast in him was what she needed to do to get her point across.

Further resolved, Rose added fuel to the fire she was building. "Besides, I'd like to marry for love one day! Ah—"

Her startled cry pierced the silence of the night as Jonathan's hand clamped around her wrist. Before she could register what was happening, he reached his free hand out the car window and cupped the back of her head.

Rose did not struggle as she acclimated to the feel of his teeth against her bare skin. She let him do what he wanted. For a moment, the atmosphere was both odd and amorous.

Finley was still in the driver's seat, processing the shocking turn of events until he decided to close his eyes to afford Jonathan and Rose some modicum of privacy. He even tried not to breathe too loudly, lest he interrupted them.

There was no telling how much time had passed before Jonathan was content to release Rose from his grip. He brushed the flat of his finger against the purplish-red mark he had left on her neck.

He leaned his brow against hers, his voice raspy as he said quietly, "I don't have to stay here all night, but if you plan to marry anyone else, no dice. You're mine, and you will only be mine. Is that clear?"

All the thoughts eddied out of Rose's mind when she heard this. She made no reply.

Jonathan frowned at her silence, seemingly displeased by it as he growled again, "Was I not being clear? I guess I'll just have to show you what I mean, then…"