Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Ezra had to admit that it seemed rather surreal. After watching the figure work in the kitchen for so long, and even seemingly putting in extra effort into a single egg... He could confirm that person was indeed Jonathan. Was he making breakfast for Rose?

Ezra felt a little jealous. In all his life, he'd never tasted Jonathan's cooking.

He watched as Jonathan inspected the breakfast from every angle in the dining room. Finally, Ezra couldn't hold back and got up to approach him.

It was just breakfast. Was there really a need to fuss over it?

With a silent scoff, Ezra strode over and plopped himself down in front of the breakfast Jonathan had so carefully prepared.

Jonathan said nothing. Where had he come from? Didn't he...

"Why haven't you left?" Jonathan sounded unfriendly. "I gave you the keys to the car last night. If you don't want to drive, I'll call Leonard to come get you."

In short, it would be best if Ezra left his and Rose's home immediately.

Ezra felt a little hurt, but he was shameless. He pretended not to hear Jonathan's attempt to kick him out and didn't reply to Jonathan's statement.

He then picked up the utensils in front of him, ready to eat the breakfast. Jonathan, of course, wanted to stop him.

Jonathan didn't make it for Ezra. he made it for Rose, his wife.

Just as he was about to say something, he saw Rose coming down the stairs.

"Wifey, you're awake." Jonathan greeted her eagerly. His eyes were glued to her. "Why didn't you sleep a little longer? Maybe skip the office today..." He had exhausted her last night, so he felt bad for her.

"No, I can't," she replied.

She couldn't hide that she was a little tired, but she had just taken over at the Youngs. With Miles going on vacation soon, she had a lot of work to handle. Her stomach growled when she smelled breakfast. Ezra heard it too.

Ezra, who was just about to eat the breakfast before him, glanced at Rose. He then pulled out his phone as if something urgent had come up and made a call.

He stood up and walked away from the table as he waited for the call to connect. The moment he left the table, Jonathan took Rose's hand and guided her to the dining room.

"I made you breakfast. Go ahead. Try it." Jonathan sat Rose down in the spot Ezra had just vacated.

"But..." Rose trailed off. This was Ezra's breakfast...

"Go ahead and eat it. He has more," Jonathan replied, smiling brightly.

Rose really was hungry. Her stomach growled again. She felt a little awkward, so she stopped hesitating and tasted the oatmeal. It was surprisingly tasty.

"How is it? It's not bad, right?" Jonathan was seated beside her as he stared at her. His expression screamed that he wanted to be praised.

"It's very good," Rose replied, sampling some of the other dishes. She recalled that Jonathan was still a beginner in cooking back in Aquastead. Yet, he had become this skilled in such a short time. Rose focused on eating while Jonathan watched her. His eyes were filled with unconcealed affection. Nearby, Ezra also watched, entranced. His manager's voice came through on the other end of the line. "Mr. Turner? Hello? Mr. Turner, do you have any instructions for me?"

The manager was met with silence. His manager, who had just woken up, was confused by the silence.

It had been a long time since Ezra had contacted him. He was thus a little shocked when he received the call.

However, Ezra was silent when he picked up the phone. His manager was at a loss for words.

"Mr. Turner? The fans are all asking when your break will be over..."

The manager sounded a little exasperated. During Ezra's absence, the company had told the public he was on vacation. Even so, he couldn't stay on vacation forever.

Ezra was a top celebrity. His studio, company, and he himself was barely holding up under the pressure.

The other end of the phone was still silent. The manager wondered if Ezra had accidentally dialed his number.

The manager tried once more. "Mr. Turner?"

This time, Ezra frowned and gave his phone an irritated glance. How annoying. Ezra hung up the phone.

The manager looked at the dark phone screen, utterly baffled.

Ezra quickly put away his phone. In the dining room, Jonathan served a plate of breakfast for himself.

The warm scene was asking to be interrupted, so Ezra walked back in without hesitation. He then sat opposite Rose.

Rose greeted him warmly when she saw him. "Have you eaten, Ezzy?"

Ezra gave a gentle smile. "Nope. I slept and now I'm a little hungry, but... I guess there's none left for me?"

Rose was silent. However, his cautious expression looked a little pitiful.

She immediately comforted him by saying, "Of course there is!"

However, there were only two servings on the table. One was hers, and one was Jonathan's.

Rose looked at Jonathan. "There's more breakfast, right? I can make some if there isn't."

"Oh, thank you..."

Thank you, dear Rose. He could finally taste her cooking. How wonderful!

Jonathan interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. "Of course there is!" he replied with a smile. "It's in the kitchen. I'll get it."

Although he was smiling, his

expression turned icy the moment he turned his back to Rose as he was returning to the kitchen. He shot Ezra a look that clearly told him how horrid he was. NovelDrama.Org

Ezra noticed but acted oblivious. He secretly lamented that he lost the chance to eat Rose's cooking.

However, that feeling didn't last long. He knew he would have the chance to do so in the future.

Jonathan served him breakfast. It consisted of a bowl of oatmeal, a cup of milk, and a few deformed heart-shaped eggs. It looked rather sloppy.

"That's it. Go ahead and eat it,"

Jonathan said. He resisted the urge

to tell him to hurry up and leave once he was done. However, his expression delivered the message perfectly. en NovelDrama.Org

And Ezra did eat, but he didn't hurry up.

Like Rose, he tried a spoonful of oatmeal. It was not bad. He then tried some milk and the temperature was just right. Finally, he tasted the heart-shaped eggs. "These eggs are really ugly," Ezra remarked, poking at them.

Jonathan didn't respond to his remark. Ugly? If they were that ugly he could stop eating it. Why did he continue to do so?

Jonathan glanced at him indifferently. He didn't feel like responding.

After breakfast, while Rose went upstairs to change, Jonathan called out to Ezra, "What are your plans for Carl?"

Last night, Ezra had asked Jonathan for Carl.

Ezra already had a plan. "I'll use him as bait."

He would be the bait... And the fish would be Lizzie.

Jonathan understood immediately. "And if the fish doesn't bite?"

"Then we'll kill the fish and hang it on the hook." Ezra's eyes gleamed fiercely.

Both brothers knew that, although Carl had taken the blame for everything, there were deeper grudges at play. Certain truths had to come to light, and those who wanted to escape couldn't do so.

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However... Jonathan looked at Ezra and said, "I can handle it. You don't have to get involved."

He didn't want blood to stain Ezra's hands.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

Ezra met his gaze and raised a brow. "Oh, so you're planning to enjoy all the satisfaction yourself? That's not happening. This isn't just your fight." Those grudges were his too.