Honey, You're a Billionaire? novel Chapter 450

On the desk was a thick photo album. Rose flipped to the first page and saw a young Jonathan. The young lad was handsome and tall with features identical to his current self, but his face lacked the coldness it now possessed.

As Rose flipped through the album, she occasionally saw the man's lips curve into a slight smile. Besides Jonathan, the album also contained photos of a young Miles and another woman.

Rose had seen her before. She was the woman in the photo Rose had seen in the building behind the Young Estate in Aquastead. Her name was Harriette!

Rose examined Harriette in the photos. Harriette was full of youthful vitality and had a bright smile.

She knew that all the granddaughters Oliver had adopted had eyes that resembled Celeste's. But compared to Anastasia, Harriette's eyes seemed to smile and were warmly contagious.

Jonathan must have liked her before. Rose was certain that in the photo she had seen in Aquastead, Jonathan was the man with scribbles on his face. And Harriette liked him too! They seemed quite like a perfect match.

"Jealous?" A voice seemed to sound in Rose's mind.

She raised her eyebrows and murmured with a light smile as if trying to hide her feelings, "How could I be?"

How could she be jealous?

But the next second, her hand froze when she turned to the next page and saw Harriette's lipstick print on Jonathan's face.

Harriette's eyes were full of admiration, while Jonathan's expression overflowed with gentleness at the click of the camera.

Rose stared at the photo with an indescribable feeling growing in her heart. It pressed so heavily on her that it hurt. She could no longer escape from what she had refused to admit.

She took a deep breath and told herself that those times were long gone. Everyone had their first love, and Jonathan was no exception.

She was just having a brief encounter with Jonathan, so what right did she have to get jealous?

She continued flipping through the album, but she couldn't concentrate any longer.

Meanwhile, the door to Cyrus' study was ajar before Jonathan arrived. The people in the room seemed to have been waiting for him.

Jonathan pushed the door open and was only expecting to see Cyrus. But to his surprise, Lizzie was also there with Claire. Lizzie looked full of guilt as if she had just cried.

The scene was eerily similar to the night he had questioned Cyrus after Nancy's death. Jonathan's lips curved into a sneer.

Cyrus' face grew darker seeing that. He suppressed his anger and spoke in a cold voice, "Where's she?" He was referring to Rose.

Jonathan didn't bother looking at Cyrus. He sat on the couch furthest from the desk and responded in his usual distant voice, "Don't you already know?"

No one could come and go unnoticed to Cyrus in the Finch Manor. Plus, Cyrus' men had been guarding the door downstairs.

Jonathan sneered at the redundant question, and Cyrus' face stiffened. Though he was used to Jonathan's attitude, he was still displeased. But tonight, he had something to clarify.

"What about Ezra?" Cyrus asked urgently, wanting to know Ezra's condition.

But how could Jonathan tell him? He retorted with a sarcastic smile still on his face, "Are you concerned about him?"