Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 318

Chapter 318: Chapter 318

Her dishes might look plain, but they’re super scrumptious.

Romeo took a bite, and his eyes lit up. He didn’t expect Rosemary’s cooking to be such a hit.

"Yum," Romeo complimented, "Is this your new party trick? Cooking?"

"Nope."

Rosemary hadn’t exactly earned any Michelin stars, but she had a grandpa who used to be a big-shot banquet chef, and he passed on all his tricks to her.

He taught her so she could whip up something nice for him whenever she had free time. Back then, she worked so hard to learn that she almost sliced her hand off. Just thinking about it made her tired.

"I guess you’ve been roughing it, eating at my place."

Rosemary: ??

"Is the food cooked by the chefs at my place hard to swallow?"

Rosemary realized what he was getting at: "No, they do a great job too."

"But not as great as you." Romeo decided to dock their pay and get them to up their game.

Did they really deserve a ten-grand paycheck every month? They can’t even hold a candle to Rosemary!

Rosemary had no idea what he was thinking and served him more food. "Eat up if you like it, and I’ll cook for you again in the future."

Hearing that, Romeo paused, his eyes softening.

Rosemary mentioned "the future" again and even talked about cooking for him.

"No need to trouble yourself."

How could he let her cook? He was already over the moon this time; even the dish he usually dislikes tasted heavenly.

After dinner, Romeo parked his car near the school, and Rosemary was about to get off when he pulled her into his arms and kissed her.

After getting off, she wanted to return to her dorm to draw but unexpectedly saw a familiar figure surrounded by a few girls.

"Serena, this is our school. What do you think?" Who invited Serena for a tour of Westerly College?

Serena looked around, laughed dismissively, and didn’t think the school Rosemary was attending was all that.

"Serena, you’re getting prettier. You really know how to take care of yourself."

Serena gave a small smile and gracefully responded, "Oh, stop it. There are plenty of people more beautiful than me."

"Serena! How can we mere mortals live if you say that?" A girl immediately clung to her hand and whined, "The daughter of the nation’s wealthiest man calling herself ordinary. Did you think about how we ordinary people would feel when you said that?"

"Exactly! Serena, you’re being too modest!"

Several girls chimed in, showering her with compliments.

"If you’re ordinary, why would Romeo propose to you? Men are all about the looks!"

"Your parents are loaded, and you’re calling yourself ordinary."

"And the key point is that you’re so pretty, with such good skin. Look at me, I stayed up late last night and woke up with a little pimple this morning."

Just as Serena was wondering how to show off her skincare products, the conversation swung in that direction, and she immediately pulled out a bottle of flawless serum from her bag.

"Here you go," Serena handed it over with elegance and grace, smiling as she spoke, "This product works wonders. Just apply it on your pimple, and by the next day, it will shrink!"

The girl gaped in surprise at the brand of the serum: "Serena, this is from SV, and a tiny bottle costs hundreds of dollars. You’re just giving it away so casually. This is beyond rich!"

Serena had seen this reaction coming, so she gently smiled and said, "My parents bought me too many. I have around eight or nine bottles of this serum at home. I can’t finish them all, and it’s a waste if they expire."

Every word she spoke just screamed wealth.

"Your family is loaded!" the girl exclaimed, green with envy.

Exactly the effect Serena was aiming for. She maintained her smile and said, "Take it and use it! Don’t be shy. If you get a chance, come visit Summerfield College. I’ll treat you guys to a meal."

Seeing her generosity and understanding, the girls hurriedly thanked her.

"Serena, you’re the best!"

"Thank you, Serena!"

"You’re so kind."

Rosemary was uninterested in such displays of wealth. She just wanted to head back to her dorm to draw. Taking a different route, she was unexpectedly stopped halfway.

A group of girls stood menacingly in front of Rosemary. Noreen, the leader, was clenching her fists and angrily asked, "Rosemary, do you dare to meet me on the back hill?"

There were cameras everywhere in the school, so she wouldn’t dare make a move.

The girls behind her were the ones who had been humiliated by Rosemary and Kelly last time. Seeing Rosemary alone, they were itching to get their revenge. "Do I need to go all the way to the back hill just to hear you talk? Do you think I have that much free time?" Rosemary looked up, clearly annoyed.

"Move."

"And if we don’t?" Noreen crossed her arms and said, "If you’re so capable, why don’t you crawl between my legs?"

The girls started laughing, intentionally blocking the way.

Rosemary took out her phone and said, "Then I’ll just take a picture and show it to the counselor. Even getting a big demerit and having to write a reflection letter didn’t make you guys regret it. So tell me, why did you want me to go to the back hill? Say what you just said again."

Noreen gritted her teeth and said, "Stop filming. Put away your phone."

Rosemary kept filming their faces and even started critiquing: "Your skin is clearly dehydrated. What good will slathering on skincare products do?" One of the girls started panicking, subconsciously touching her face. How did Rosemary know she wasn’t using any hydrating products?

No wonder her skin was still dry despite all the skincare products. So she needed to hydrate first, but how did Rosemary know?

"Your complexion doesn’t look so good. Have you been having indigestion lately?" Rosemary started assessing another girl and said, "Eat less unhealthy food and drink more water. And you? What are you laughing at? Look at the pimples on your face. Instead of blocking the path here, why don’t you guys go take better care of your skin? You’re only freshmen."

Hearing Rosemary’s words, one of the girls actually stepped aside, pulling out a mirror to look at her own face.

Noreen was fuming, but before she could say anything, Rosemary had already strutted past them.

"Rosemary, the Enid you bullied yesterday is my cousin! I’m warning you, I won’t forget what you did to her! I’ll definitely get you back for this! Just you wait!"

Rosemary hadn’t expected Enid and Noreen to be related. Their personalities were strikingly similar.