Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 715 - 716

"Step on it," Eunice whispered to the driver, with an urgency that belied her calm voice.

Even with the speedometer pushing 75, Serena felt like they were crawling—each second stretching into an eternity.

The thing about this ’medicine’ was its sneaky effect—it bided its time before hitting you with an unbearable urgency.

Finally reaching the villa, Serena burst out of the car, not sparing a moment for anything else.

"Did the child eat something off? Do we need to—" Belinda’s words were cut short by an odor so foul it seemed to punch her directly in the brain.

Serena’s gas was so potent that Belinda caught a whiff the moment she stepped out of the car.

Belinda, ever the epitome of grace, couldn’t help but retch ungracefully, nearly fainting from the stench.

"Honey..." Darren had just gotten out of the car when the smell hit him, nearly knocking him out cold.

Feeling the pressure mounting, Serena dashed toward the main house, but the path ahead seemed to turn into stairs made of clouds. Besieged by hallucinations, she couldn’t seem to reach the end.

"Serena? Serena?"

May had heard the matriarch was back and was coming to greet her—only to step out and find Serena running in place in front of a tree.

Was this some new form of exercise?

Hadn’t Serena gone out to dine with Belinda? Why was she exercising upon returning—and in such an odd stance, with that bizarre expression?

Serena heard a fantastical voice and looked up to see a giant octopus greeting her, its puzzled eyes seemingly questioning her actions.

Maybe out of shock, Serena instinctively swung her handbag hard at May.

It was as if she were battling the giant cephalopod.

May screamed, completely dumbstruck. "Serena?"

Had Serena lost her mind?

Why did she look so utterly bizarre?

Pushing past the ’giant octopus,’ Serena continued her run, encountering numerous ’large creatures’ along the way.

Even though she knew these were just hallucinations from the drug, she couldn’t help being startled time and again—crashing into vases being polished by the staff, tripping over ottomans, tumbling down the spiral staircase.

Everyone was stunned by her actions, unable to believe their eyes for a moment before stepping forward to help her.

But to Serena, their approach felt like a pack of terrifying beasts closing in.

She waved them off in panic. "Don’t touch me. I just had a bit too much to drink—back off, all of you!"

That was when she noticed her hand morphing into a monstrous claw—grotesque and ferocious.

She looked at it in horror, disbelief in her voice. "What’s happened to my hand?"

Everyone was confused; Serena’s hand was perfectly fine. What was going on with her?

Still unsettled, Serena raced upstairs, her stomach growling ominously.

Guided by memory, she made a beeline for her room.

Rosemary had just stepped into the garden when she heard the staff exclaiming,

"Is that Serena? Why is she squatting on Ms. Rose’s balcony? What is she doing?"

One might think she was relieving herself, but her pants were still on.

Yet, if she wasn’t, then her posture was terribly misleading.

What on earth was happening?

Rosemary went upstairs and into her room, only to catch sight of Serena squatting on her balcony in a most compromising position.

This was a classic case of biting off more than one could chew.

Serena’s stomach was making a racket—the sensation of urgency was overwhelming—yet nothing was happening.

The agony twisted through her gut—an unrelenting torment.

"Get out."

Rosemary’s icy voice snapped Serena to attention, her startled eyes locking onto the frosty figure that seemed to have materialized from a fairytale.

To Serena, Rosemary was the spitting image of the Snow Queen from the children’s stories.

Yet again, Serena realized she had stumbled into the wrong scene. She retorted with annoyance,

"Who let you barge in? Don’t you see I’m using the loo?"

"This is my balcony," Rosemary stated flatly. "Get out."

She wasn’t about to allow someone to relieve themselves on her balcony.

"You’re the one who should leave! I’m not going anywhere until I’m done!"

Serena was clueless about who had intruded, but as far as she was concerned, this was her bathroom, and she was going to use it.

"I’m counting to three," Rosemary’s patience was thinning. "One. Two—"

With her stomach in knots, Serena protested, "I’m going to do it right here! It’s almost done!"

Without another word, Rosemary yanked her out.

"What are you doing? I need to use the bathroom, and if you’re desperate, you’ll just have to wait your turn!"

Serena struggled wildly, even attempting to hit Rosemary.

Finally, Rosemary’s patience snapped. She booted Serena out the door and slammed it shut.

Serena landed with a thud, dazed on the floor for a moment—until a servant hurried upstairs, drawn by the commotion.

"Serena, what happened to you?"

She had heard a crash from upstairs that sounded like someone had knocked over a vase. Upon investigation, she found Serena on the floor.

Once again, Serena saw a talking starfish and knew she was hallucinating.

She managed to choke out, "Take me back to my room. I need the loo."

"Oh... okay."

The servant supported her on the way to the bathroom, grimacing at the repeated wafts of foul odor. She was nearly suffocated by the stench.

Finally reaching the restroom, Serena just couldn’t go—no matter how hard she tried.

After forty torturous minutes on the toilet, she had no choice but to call for help.

"What do you take for non-stop farting?" Serena inquired of the enormous turtle before her.

"You might need—"

The servant was cut off mid-sentence by an overpowering stench and, covering her nose, apologized.

"Apart from the farting, are there any other symptoms, Serena?"

"My stomach hurts, and I can’t go."

"Could it be indigestion? I’ll fetch some antacids."

The servant hurried off to get the medication.

After taking two pills, Serena ended up in the bathroom, doubled over in agony.

The medicine acted like a laxative, leaving her spent and weak at the knees.

In the living room

Eunice, seeing a flurry of servants rush downstairs, couldn’t help but ask, "What’s going on?"

"It’s Serena. Her farts are just unbearable."

They didn’t want to be rude, but they had nowhere else to turn!

The entire hallway reeked of an indescribable odor.

"Serena’s stomach still hasn’t settled?" Darren was surprised. His own stomach had grumbled in the car, but it had settled quickly after getting out.

"Should we have someone look at her?"

"I’ve already given her antacids."

"That’s good." Darren looked up and inquired, "Eunice, where were we?"

"We were talking about Rose’s fiancé—Romeo."

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