Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 619

After Serena stomped upstairs, she was seething with anger.

"She’s way too full of herself!"

"I know, right? Her arrogance is through the roof!" Martha was just as ticked off.

"If it weren’t for Hunter, who would apologize to her? You were the one to step back, but she didn’t budge an inch. She has no place here!"

"I can’t believe this, I really can’t."

Unable to vent her frustration, Serena threw pillows and stuffed animals all over the room. Still not satisfied, she threw the tissue box and the remote control on the floor.

Damn it!

Just because Hunter was on her side, Rosemary thought she was all that!

"Hunter should know better. You said a few harmless things in front of a friend, and suddenly you’re vain and proud, as if you’d caused her physical harm. You had to apologize to her even though you’ve been sick! It’s too much!"

"And then he penalizes me, and privately warns you, docking a month’s salary and your bonus! That’s way over the line!"

Martha had been a part of this family for eighteen years! She had worked hard, too!

What did her problem with Rosemary have to do with Martha?

Hunter even penalized Martha.

She had said a few things against Rosemary, without causing her any real harm.

Hunter was just too harsh!

"Serena, I’m okay. But your standing in Hunter’s eyes has been greatly diminished by Rosemary."

In her anger, Serena suddenly got an idea.

She walked into the kitchen, and the maid, seeing her rummaging around, asked,

"Serena, what are you looking for?"

"I want to make a cup of coffee for Rose." Serena gently asked,

"Where can I find the coffee beans that she usually likes?"

"They’re in this drawer." The maid fetched them.

Looking at the coffee beans, Serena realized that Rosemary drank a better quality coffee than she did!

"Yes, Hunter bought these a while ago. He said Ms. Rose drinks the same brand at the office. I usually make her coffee, so I’m sure these are the right beans."

Serena felt a pang of jealousy.

Hunter had been secretly buying Rosemary this high-quality coffee, even keeping a stock at the office. He was clearly favoring her.

"I’ll make a cup for Martha."

Serena took the coffee beans and walked to the coffee machine.

"Serena, let me do it. These beans require a specific brewing method and amount to ensure the best flavor when Ms. Rose drinks it."

Serena didn’t care about the flavor. She just found the whole thing annoying.

"Teach me and I’ll do it."

Seeing that Serena was determined, the maid instructed her.

After the coffee was brewed, Serena carried it upstairs and knocked on Rosemary’s door.

Serena froze mid-action, suddenly unsure of what to do next.

If she knocked again, it would mean she was inconsiderate. If she spoke, it would mean she was submissive.

Damn you, Rosemary!

Martha, who was lurking nearby, was about to step forward when Serena signaled her to stay back.

Clearing her throat, Serena began,

"Rose, it’s me. Can you open the door?"

Rosemary knew trouble was brewing, so she didn’t even bother to respond.

"Rose." Serena, balancing a cup of coffee, knocked at the door.

"Can you hear me?"

Rosemary left her hanging for a while before finally opening the door.

"Did you poison this, or are you planning to spill this coffee on me?"

Serena hadn’t expected her to be this sharp. She quickly put on a smile.

"Why would I do that? I genuinely want to apologize."

"Are you trying to apologize or teach me a lesson? Do you think I’m oblivious?"

Rosemary had spent eighteen years in the Harris family, where she’d seen all kinds of tricks—especially since they had found Yolanda, who was constantly putting on a show. There wasn’t a trick Rosemary hadn’t seen.

One could say Serena, being a latecomer, had a long way to go.

"Rose, what can I do for you to accept my apology?" Serena looked at her sincerely.

"Anything within my power, I promise to do it."

"Is that so?"

Serena nodded earnestly.

"Then stay away from me. Appear less in front of me. And when I close the door later, hold your coffee steady.

Don’t purposely spill it on yourself or break the coffee cup and blame me," Rosemary said and unceremoniously closed the door.

Serena hadn’t expected her last step to be seen through. Watching Rosemary’s swift and fierce actions, she was left standing awkwardly with the coffee, unsure whether to leave or stay.

Watching from the shadows, Martha hadn’t expected the girl to be this smart.

She signaled Serena to leave. Serena looked at the expensive coffee in her hands, and as she walked away, she sighed heavily.

"Since Rose doesn’t want to drink it, I guess my sincerity hasn’t moved her yet. I’ll have to think of another way."

A nearby servant cleaning an antique vase saw this and felt a sudden pang of sympathy for Serena.

She had been waiting in the living room since morning to apologize to Ms. Rose, and despite being humiliated, she had made coffee for Ms. Rose—only to be treated with disdain.

In the past, Serena would never have tolerated such humiliation.

All because she cared too much about her reputation and had made some unfavorable remarks about Ms. Rose in front of her friends—and now she was paying the price.

"Serena, you’re still not well. You should go back to your room and rest."

The servant, Betty, was about the same age as Serena.

Seeing someone on her side, Serena was secretly pleased, but continued to put on a disappointed front.

"It’s okay. Nothing is more important than getting Rose’s forgiveness."

Seeing Serena leave, Betty felt that Serena wasn’t that bad—she had just taken a wrong step.

After Serena returned to her room, she immediately changed her demeanor.

No longer appearing weak and depressed, she sniffed the coffee in her hand, which smelled even more fragrant than what she usually drank.

She had been in this house for eighteen years and had never tasted such expensive coffee.

A small cup like this cost around $200.

As she slowly finished the coffee, a new idea began to form in her mind.