Honey, You're a Billionaire?

Just Happened to Feel Like It

The night grew darker. Under the soft lighting, Rose wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.

Losing in her intense concentration, she failed to notice that Miles had been watching her at the door for quite some time. He was familiar with Rose's work.

The craftsmanship of the fire opal necklace from the National Jewelry Design Award was so exquisite that even artisans with decades of experience found it hard to match.

She was only in her twenties. However, her skill undoubtedly Involved a great deal of natural talent aside from diligent practice.

"Ah!

A sudden cry caught their attention. Rose turned to see Sherlyn with a small cut on her hand, caused by the machine. She hurried over to check. Once she was sure it wasn't serious, her anxiety lessened. However, Sherlyn's hand couldn't continue working with her hand for the time being.

"You should go to the hospital to get it bandaged to prevent infection." Rose quickly helped her stop the bleeding

Sherlyn, overwhelmed with guilt, was on the verge of tears.

"I'm so sorry, Ms. Shaffer, I was too careless. Will this delay the work? What if we can't complete these things by the day after tomorrow..."

"We will complete them! Trust me!" Rose comforted her with a reassuring pat on her shoulder.

"Go quickly and come back, I'll still need your help."

Upon hearing that she was needed, Sherlyn didn't want to waste any more time so she replied, "Alright, I' go right away."

Watching her leave, Rose noticed Miles still standing at the door.

"Mr. Young...

Before she could say anything. Miles approached with large strides.

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you."

Rose couldn't help but twitch her lips. Was it possible for him to have no friends and nowhere to go? "Of course, you're not disturbing me, but right now...

She genuinely couldn't entertain him. Miles understood her Intention. Glancing at the several design sketches on the worktable, he had probably grasped the difficulties she was currently facing. "Do you need these finished by the day after tomorrow he furrowed his brows as he asked.

Even if that girl had been here, it would have been a tight schedule for the two of them to complete these sets of jewelry. Not to mention that there was only Rose now. "Yes," she replied.

The sets of jewelry had to be finished by the day after tomorrow, no matter what.

"Mr. Young..." she was about to politely ask him to leave and get back to work.

However, before she could speak, Miles sincerely said, "I haven't done these things in a long time. I just happened to feel like it. You don't mind if I use these things, do you?"

Rose was speechless, wondering what he was planning to do. Before she could react, Miles had already taken off his suit jacket and tossed it aside. He then grabbed a work apron and put it on.

Rose was dumbfounded for three seconds by the combination of his refined appearance and the apron. Then, he picked up a design sketch and selected materials before sitting down at a workstation. Rose's long eyelashes blinked as she realized he was going to help her.

"Why are you still standing there? We need to finish these by the day after tomorrow, right?"

Miles raised his head and looked at her with a smile. She was temporarily blinded by his smile. She returned to her workstation, still trying to hide her amazement.

"I can't believe that you know how to do these."

In her understanding, someone like Miles, a tycoon in Regalia, could effortlessly earn money. Hence, it was impossible for him to personally handle such work. However, he was incredibly skilled in this area, fully equipped and efficient. Miles seemed to remember something as his eyes became particularly gentle. "The Youngs started in the jewelry business. My sister used to enjoy doing this. No matter what she did, me and Jon..."

He paused for a moment.

His eyes flashed with a hint of peculiar emotion as he continued, "Finch and I would accompany her."

Rose wondered if the "Finch" he said was referring to Mr. Finch. After the celebration banquet, she looked up the "Anastasia" mentioned by them online.

In Regalia, Mr. Young Senior had only one granddaughter named Anastasia Young. Her name had seemed familiar to her all along. Three years ago, Anastasia had married someone.

No wonder at the celebration banquet, Miles had said that Jonathan treated her as a stand-in for Anastasia. While lost in her thoughts, she finished polishing a colorful gemstone.

She habitually took a pen, gazed intently at the gemstone, and drew a flame on it before carefully placing

it on a piece of cloth. Having completed these steps, she inadvertently caught Miles's astonished gaze.

"What is this?" he asked.

His usual elegance was replaced by a

serious expression as he pointed at the flame on the gemstone.