Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Yara elegantly extended a hand toward Jonathan. She was an heiress who had made a name for herself in the entertainment industry, and she was revered by all.

Even when she was abroad, she could walk into a room and steal everyone's attention with her charm and pretty face.

There was no denying her beguiling wiles. Just one look at her and a man would find it difficult to tear his eyes away. She doubted Jonathan would be immune to her beauty.

Yet, her confidence and arrogance did not help her foresee that Jonathan would leave her hanging. He did not take her hand or even offer a greeting in response.

Yara decided to cut the man some slack. Perhaps he was so stunned by her beauty that he had forgotten how his body worked.From NôvelDrama.Org.

She looked up slowly through her lashes, the seduction clear in her gaze. However, Jonathan met her bedroom eyes with storm-filled ones. She stiffened but chose to ignore the divot between his brows. A smile played on her lips as she stepped forward and said, "I'm Yara—"

She broke off when she suddenly tripped and lost her balance. She fell forward, her arms reaching for Jonathan.

Yara prided herself on her acting skills. She was confident that Jonathan would not see her tripping and falling into his arms as anything but an accident. She refused to believe that she could not win over the imposing man.

In the spur of the moment, Yara clutched Jonathan's arms to steady herself. She was practically half-hanging off his frame, and her heart thundered when she felt the muscle coiling under his arms. She grew even more resolved to take this man for herself.

"Ah, Mr. Finch..." Yara bleated softly, hissing in pain.

If she pretended to have sprained her ankle, and therefore have difficulty walking, he might take pity on her. It would be even better if he carried her into his car.

She could already see the scene unfold in her mind, but she was oblivious to the stony look on Jonathan's face.

He hated being touched. Ever since he found Rose, his body had grown attuned to her touch and rejected everyone else's.

He glowered at the woman hanging off his frame. Just as he was about to shove her away, he heard Finley's horrified voice. "M-Mrs. Finch..."

Jonathan immediately turned

around. He saw Rose standing at the front door of Young Estate. She was wearing a white dress and had her hair pulled back. Even though she

attire little to no makeup and her

was simple, she still looked

dazzling.

Jonathan's heart skipped a beat. He even forgot about the contempt and disgust that had filled him a minute ago. His handsome face broke into a warm smile that softened his features. He did not even bat an eye as he shoved Yara aside and made his way to Rose.

He hadn't planned on disturbing Rose on account of Oliver's funeral, but if she was coming to him of her own accord, he couldn't be bothered with decorum.

Jonathan's strides were long as he closed the distance between him and Rose. He gazed at her with such expectation and warmth that Rose couldn't help her surprise.

If she didn't know better, she would think he loved her. She suddenly couldn't bear the thought of leaving him.

Just then, she heard a female voice cry out, "Ah... Mr. Finch!"

When Jonathan shoved Yara aside earlier, she had lost her footing for real. She had been hanging off his towering frame after faking the fall, so when he pulled away from her, she staggered and fell forward.

Her knees and arms scraped against the tarred surface. The burning abrasions made her hiss in pain, but she still called out after Jonathan with a bell-like voice, hoping he would turn around and tend to her.

But all she saw was Jonathan making his way to the front door of Young Estate. His steps were quick, and even from the back, she could tell he was eager to get to the person standing at the front doorstep.