Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 704 - 705

"Alright, you head on back now."

Rosemary was well aware that Romeo had a few loose ends to tie up in Dawnstar, and he had already taken time out of his busy day to be with her.

The poor guy hadn’t had a moment’s rest.

"Get some sleep early, alright? And call me anytime," Romeo said, his eyes brimming with reluctance.

He leaned in, his lips lingering on hers for a while before he whispered softly, "I’ll text you when I get home."

"Sure, drive safe, and take it slow," Rosemary urged, her gaze lingering on him longer than she intended. "Just be careful, okay?"

"You care about me now." The satisfaction in Romeo’s eyes was undeniable.

It seemed his long-held affection was finally being reciprocated.

After he left, several of the household staff quickly surrounded Rosemary, effectively blocking her path.

"Ms. Rose, I’m just dying to know. What’s it like dating the one and only Romeo?"

"How on earth did you manage to snag him? Spill the beans, will you? You’ve got us all curious!"

"What did you do to make him so utterly devoted to you? You must have some secret. Oh! Mr. McMillian."

They certainly hadn’t expected Romeo to come back, and the staff quickly ducked their heads and stepped back.

Romeo was surprised to find the staff so close to Rosemary, and even more surprised to see the warmth in her eyes when they surrounded her. He remembered when he first met her—she rarely showed such a tender side.

She was always so cool and detached.

Had she changed, or had he just never really known her?

"I just remembered, I have a gift for you that I haven’t given yet." Romeo pulled out a small box from his coat pocket.

The staff peeked curiously. It was a small, square box, about the size of a palm. Could it be that Mr. McMillian was going to propose?

With that thought, their faces lit up with knowing grins, wondering if Ms. Rose would say ’yes’ right then and there.

Inside the box, Rosemary found a chocolate molded into the shape of The Emerald Tower, with "I love you" inscribed on it.

The staff craned their necks to see that it wasn’t a ring, but the declaration of love on the chocolate made them giggle even more.

Romeo sure knew how to play the romance card.

"When did you buy this?" Rosemary was surprised. He seemed to have a magic touch, always pulling out gifts from thin air.

"I had it custom-made in advance. Not too shabby, right? I thought you’d like it," Romeo said, and without a second glance at the others, tenderly stroked her hair. "I’ll head back now."

"Yeah, okay." Rosemary watched him walk away.

"Now Mr. McMillian won’t be popping back unexpectedly, right?"

"Ms. Rose, does the chocolate have anything written on the other three sides? I caught a glimpse of one side, and it was all written up. It’s not some condensed version of a love letter, is it?"

Rosemary’s gaze landed on her. "You have quite the eye for detail."

"It’s just the angle. I swear I wasn’t snooping! It was totally by chance."

The staff were eager to gossip more, but then Rosemary asked, "Do we have any spare vases?"

In her other hand, she held a sprig of blossom. Several pure white flowers bloomed on the branch, looking particularly fresh and elegant.

"Of course! Mrs. Griffith loves flowers. We’ve got vases of all sorts." One of the staff hurried off to fetch one for her.

Rosemary took the vase to her room, filled it with water, and placed the blossoms inside. Her eyes softened as she admired them.

The next morning dawned bright and early.

Serena was the first to rise, her morning stillness interrupted by the sight of a maid tidying up the room.

It was only upon inquiry that she learned her grandmother was coming for a visit.

Apparently, Rosemary had received the news the previous night but had kept it to herself.

Damn it!

Was she trying to score some brownie points with Grandma?

She didn’t even tell Serena.

She must be afraid of Serena stealing the spotlight!

Serena’s teeth were practically itching with irritation. She checked the opening hours of the nearby luxury shopping haven, which opened at 10 a.m. After gobbling down some breakfast and grabbing the credit card Martin had given her, she hurried out the door.

The Street was an upscale avenue that had developed more recently. It didn’t have the renown of the most luxurious street in the world, but it boasted all the luxury brands one could wish for.

By the time Serena arrived, it was already 10:30 a.m. The first store to catch her eye was LY, a towering three-story fashion temple with an impressive facade that screamed high aesthetics and status.

Serena felt a pang of discomfort. Why should a brand founded by a mere teenager stand its ground on this street, shoulder to shoulder with the big international players?

As she eyed the dazzling array of merchandise, she stepped inside, heels clicking assertively on the polished floor.

"Welcome to LY! All of us here are thrilled to see you. What can I assist you with today? My name is Jessie, your personal shopping assistant," Jessie greeted with a polite bow, at a forty-five-degree angle.

Hearing the arrival of a customer, the other sales associates also turned and bowed in Serena’s direction, creating a welcoming atmosphere.

But to Serena, this was nothing more than a ploy by LY to get customers to open their wallets—a far cry from sophistication.

She asked haughtily, "Where’s the most expensive section?"

At her words, a few of the other shoppers turned their gazes towards her.

Jessie replied with a smile, "Right this way, please. Our priciest collections are inside. There are three sections: women’s to the left, men’s to the right, and lifestyle in the center."

Serena headed to the women’s section, her eyes lighting up at the sight of exquisite dresses, stunning heels, and uniquely designed handbags. She could hardly believe it and asked incredulously, "Were all of these designed by your in-house designers?"

"Every item here is the brainchild of our founder, Queen Abby. There’s no other hand in their creation," Jessie informed her.

"And LY specializes in uniqueness, with only one piece per design. Can your founder handle all that designing?" Serena’s tone was skeptical and even slightly disrespectful.

Jessie maintained a polite smile. "Our founder is incredibly gifted. Inspiration flows abundantly, so it’s not a problem."

"Are they really all her creations?" Doubt still lingered in Serena’s mind. Take Rosemary’s dual role as Melody and the miracle doctor, for instance. She had to compose music, heal the sick, study, and still found time to flit about in front of her.

Where did Rosemary find all the time?

"Yes," Jessie responded courteously, "all designs are indeed personally crafted by our founder—guaranteed authentic."

A mix of awe and envy seeped into Serena as her fingers grazed over one dress after another. Each design struck a chord with her, making her itch to swipe the card and take them all home.

But then she remembered that these were Rosemary’s creations. Imagine Rosemary’s sneer if she saw Serena wearing them.

Reluctantly, Serena pulled her hand back, forcing herself to look away, to not buy.

Yet her feet seemed glued to the spot. She couldn’t even leave the women’s section. She kept telling herself it was just window-shopping, nothing more.

So, she continued to browse, but with each step, she regretted it.

Damn it, why did everything have to look so appealing?

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