Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 386

The reality made Rose's nonchalance feel like a slap to Anastasia's face. She could not help the jealousy boiling in her as she stormed up to Rose, intending to slap the cavalier grin off the latter's face.

Anastasia raised her hand, but as she brought it down in an arc, Rose seized her wrist.

Rose had regained some strength after sleeping, and she did not hold back. Anastasia tried to pull away from her grip, but her struggles were to no avail.

She glowered at Rose and commanded, "Let go of me!"

Rose snorted. She would be a fool to let Anastasia go and earn herself a slap across the face. She maintained her vise-like grip on Anastasia's wrist even as the latter seethed.

"We're in Young Estate right now! If you don't let go, I'll scream."

"Go ahead," Rose said, a cruel challenge flickering in her eyes.

She didn't bother playing nice now that things had escalated to the point of near-violence. "Don't think I don't know that you tripped me outside the estate yesterday."

She had known about Anastasia sticking her foot out and tripping her yesterday, but she did not expose the wretched young lady for it. However, the wretched young lady just had to provoke her, and Rose hated provocation.

Shock colored Anastasia's face as she went still, forgetting to struggle and pull away from Rose's grip.

Rose continued slowly, menacingly, "You know what? It'd be great if you screamed and woke the whole house now. That'll give me a chance to explain to everyone why I'm picking on you now!"

Anastasia was well aware that even though Miles had taken Rose under his wing, he would not hesitate to make Anastasia pay if he found out she tried to trip Rose.

With Oliver gone, the distribution of the Young family's fortune was still an undecided matter. Anastasia couldn't afford to get on Miles' bad side now.

However, the thought of Miles and Jonathan reaching out to catch Rose last night sent another wave of jealousy crashing over her.

She gritted her teeth and snarled at Rose, "What the hell did you do to bewitch those two men and Grandpa?"

Until now, Anastasia could not make sense of Oliver's past attitude toward Rose. She still couldn't accept the fact that the old man had risked his life to save Rose from Kelly.

Anastasia's accusation struck Rose like lightning. Bewitched, huh? Miles was her friend and brother. They shared a natural and easygoing bond.

As for Jonathan, she had never thought about taking advantage of him. Not even their marriage of convenience or the feelings she subsequently developed for him changed that.

With Oliver, Rose felt nothing but guilt for the tragedy that befell him. If she and Oliver had never met, he would never have become Kelly's target. She had put Oliver in danger. It was her fault he died at Kelly's hand.

Guilt and grief tore at her, but before Anastasia could see her anguish, she quickly hid it and warned the latter coldly, "Don't get on my nerves."

Rose released Anastasia's wrist with a hard fling, then turned and left without so much as a backward glance.

"You—"

Anastasia made to go after her, but she stopped instinctively when she saw Rose heading toward the front door. Rose was going to see Jonathan, and there was nothing she could do to stop her.

She growled through gritted teeth, "Rose!"

She clenched her fists as her jealousy made her yell after Rose. She watched as Rose walked out the door and pictured her running into Jonathan's arms.