Honey, You're a Billionaire?

The plate of fried eggs in front of Rose looked... reasonably okay.

"Hurry, sit down." Clover was eager and couldn't wait to receive praise from Rose.

He personally handed the fork to Rose and watched as she took a bite of the egg. "How is it? How is it?" he asked.

He felt that he had already used up ten percent of the skills he learned.

Who knew how many eggs he messed up during that hour in the kitchen? But this time, it was actually successful, and he could even earn Rose's praise... right?

But as soon as Rose took a bite, she heard a crunching sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but Clover was right next to Rose, so he heard it clearly.

Even Elijah, who was nearby, vaguely heard it.

The most unsettling thing that happened was when everything suddenly went quiet.

Rose felt a rush of panic and instinctively stopped moving her mouth. She thought that she had bitten down on a small stone, but how could there be a stone?

Rose thought about it—it had to be the eggshell.

Eating eggshells should be fine, right? They would get broken down by stomach acid anyway, and it was better than spitting it out and making Clover feel awkward!

Yes, she shouldn't embarrass him!

Rose wore a smile on her face that gradually looked more natural. She moved her mouth a bit, planning to keep chewing and intended to swallow, pretending that it tasted good.

But just as she was about to make a move, the two spoke in unison, "Spit it out!" How could they not understand what Rose was thinking?

She only acted like the eggshell didn't exist to avoid hurting Clover's feelings.

Rose froze for a moment, realizing she had been caught. After a brief hesitation, she spit out the eggshell. But really, there weren't going to be that many eggshells in a plate of fried eggs, right?

It was probably a coincidence that she tasted it with the very first bite.

After that, it definitely wouldn't happen again.

She took her second bite, this time chewing a little more than before. Rose earnestly savored the taste of the fried eggs and quickly thought of words of praise in her mind.

She didn't think she would hear that crunching sound again.

All actions came to a standstill once again.

Rose noticed out of the corner of her eye that Clover's smile had become rigid.

What should she do about this?

Clover was feeling really frustrated as he said, "Rose, stop eating."

He tried to figure out what had happened in the kitchen, but he just couldn't understand how the eggshell got mixed into the food.

Rose spit out the eggshells and reassured, "It's alright. It's still edible, and it tastes... quite good. These are the best fried eggs I've ever had."

She was clearly blatantly lying while looking into Clover's eyes.

Clover suddenly burst into laughter.

He smiled as he took away the plate of fried eggs in front of Rose, as if he had come to a realization.

"Never mind, whether the eggs are good or not doesn't matter. What's important is that you see me as your brother, and a brother will always care for his sister. If Jonathan ever bullies you... I'll be the first one to whoop his ass!"

Being the strongest brother for his sister was also a form of love and care for her. It wasn't just about being able to cook for her!

"That's right. There's no need to get worked up over him." Rose nodded her head vigorously.

After Clover removed the fried eggs, the housekeeper took over the kitchen and, within just half an hour, prepared a whole table full of dishes.

The three of them had lunch as though the fried egg incident had never occurred.

During the meal, Clover remarked, "Jonathan's cooking is really quite good..."

It seemed there was some form of acknowledgment coming from Clover.

Rose simply smiled without saying anything.

Before they left, Rose brought out the suit she made for Elijah. When he put it on,

it fit him perfectly. It was as if it was made to match his entire demeanor.

Elijah was extremely pleased, and his smile never left his face.

This is the suit his daughter made specifically for him! His daughter made it!

He remembered Henrietta from back in the day. She always enjoyed painting, and besides making jewelry, she pretty much made all her own clothes.

Their daughter had inherited Henrietta's skillful hands!

Elijah looked at Rose, and suddenly, the person in his mind and the one in front of him seemed to overlap. He couldn't help himself and murmured, "Rietta..."

He had only just called out that name when he suddenly came back to his senses.

He looked embarrassed and said, "Sorry, Rose. I....."

"I miss Mom too." Rose realized at that moment that Elijah had mistook her for Henrietta.

He missed her, so how could she not miss her too?noveldrama

"I wish she were still alive," Rose murmured. The sadness in her eyes caught Elijah's attention. His deep-set eyes showed a strange flicker.

Ever since he found out that Henrietta was actually Celeste, he continued to investigate everything about Celeste.

The information would regularly come from Aquastead, and the most recent update was about her car accident.

All the records and evidence indicated that Celeste died in the car accident, but at

the same time the car went off the bridge, another woman also went missing.

The missing person could not be located either.

The person went missing without a trace, unknown if they were alive or dead.

Was it possible that...

Elijah pulled his thoughts back. His guess was bold, but he had already ordered his men to investigate in the direction of his suspicion, and now he just awaited the results.

While wearing the suit, Elijah caught Clover's full attention, who was filled with jealousy.

"No, no! I want it too. I want it too!" Clover pouted, acting like a three-year-old throwing a tantrum for candy.

Rose was amused by his appearance. "Of course, you'll have one too."

"Really?"

"How can I lie? But it's still in the design draft stage. Once I've finished it, I'll give it

to you." Half of the drawing was already done at that point.

Clover's eyes lit up with excitement. He was eager to show off the suit Rose made for him right away. However, he was worried about her being too overworked, so he said, "No rush, no rush. Take your time

with the design and making it. I'm not in a hurry..."

Was he really not in a hurry? Then why did Rose feel that he was quite anxious?

Rose worked through the night to finish the pattern for the suit. The next day, Finley delivered the fabric she needed.

As Finley was about to leave, Rose finally asked, "How's Mr. Finch?"

Jonathan hadn't come back yesterday.

"Have you been missing him?" Finley noticed and chuckled, "Don't worry, Mrs. Finch. He's doing fine. He's just a bit tied up at the moment..."

After he finished speaking, he added, "Mr. Finch must really miss you too."

At that moment, if Finley weren't turned away, he would definitely see the flush rising on Rose's face.

It was as though he saw through her thoughts completely, leaving her blushing

with embarrassment.

Did she miss him?

Rose felt her heart racing uncontrollably.

Finley had been gone for a while, but Rose's cheeks were still burning, and she couldn't stop thinking about Jonathan. His image lingered in her mind, refusing to disappear.

In the end, it seemed as though Rose had given up resisting as well.

She liked Jonathan. She liked his face, and she liked him as a person. Plus, he

was her husband. It seems like there's nothing shameful about that!

As a married couple, longing for each other could be considered a form of love

and affection.

Rose was cutting the fabric while thinking about Jonathan.

She decided that once she finished this suit, she would make an outfit for

Jonathan.

She knew his size without needing to measure him.

Rose suddenly had certain images pop into her mind, and she felt herself blush

even more and her heartbeat becoming increasingly erratic!