Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 373

Chapter 373: Chapter 373

Rosemary listened as he spewed out nonsense with a straight face, and she said with interest, "I’m just at school, I won’t go anywhere else."

"Come on, that’s not gonna cut it," Romeo said as he was blow-drying her hair. "What if it affects your classmates? I just happen to be free in the next few days, so I can stay home with you."

"Besides, there’s a lab here," Romeo patiently persuaded. "You love doing experiments, right? Whatever materials you need, I’ll have them sent over, and I promise not to bother you when you’re working."

Of course, when she was not experimenting, they could get a little cozy. But he wouldn’t say that out loud.

"Alright then."

Romeo couldn’t hide his joy when Rosemary agreed, as he didn’t expect her to say yes. "Once it’s safe, I’ll take you back to school."

"Mm-hmm."

After drying her hair, Romeo helped her comb it. Her hair was so soft and delicate that he didn’t dare to pull hard.

"I asked David, and he said that girls nowadays like to use these skincare products after a bath," Romeo pointed to the array of bottles and jars on the dressing table.

He bought a set for Rosemary, but he didn’t know how to use them.

He clicked on a video that David had sent him, where David explained step by step how to use the skincare products.

Romeo watched and practiced on Rosemary’s face. Rosemary’s face was so small, he had to be extra gentle, afraid of hurting her. They were so close they could feel each other’s breath.

Romeo’s fingers were still on Rosemary’s face. He looked at her clear and bright eyes, her delicate nose, and her rosy lips.

He couldn’t help but draw closer. His lips slowly met hers, entangling, exploring deeper and deeper.

Her softness was addictive, and gradually, his rationality crumbled.

He lifted her onto the dressing table, kissing her uncontrollably. His big hand started to wander restlessly. Her scent was constantly tempting him.

Meanwhile.

Serena had been waiting at Westerly College for two days and hadn’t seen Rosemary.

She wanted to text Rosemary but was afraid of annoying her, so she asked Rosemary’s roommates, but none of them were willing to talk to her. She didn’t understand why Rosemary wasn’t even going to the lab or the library.

Her phone showed it was 22:37. If Rosemary didn’t get back to Summerfield College soon, the dormitory building would be locked.

She walked back in a daze with the late-night snacks she bought for Rosemary, and suddenly remembered something, and called Martha.

"Martha, did Dad use the foot bath I sent back?" Serena didn’t understand why she hadn’t received any feedback from her dad about the foot bath that had been received three days ago, but she didn’t want to ask her dad directly, so she had to ask Martha first.

"Eh, Serena, I didn’t really want to tell you this but," Martha paused, sighed, and after a while continued, "Your dad didn’t even open the gift you sent. Instead, he’s using the one Rosemary sent every day."

"Did you tell him our gifts could be used together?" Serena’s friend had told her about a new foot bath on the market that was very advanced. Although it was expensive, many people were very satisfied with it, which is why she decided to get one for her father.

"I told him, but he didn’t seem to listen," Martha paused again and sighed, "Serena, I’m not trying to bring you down, but the high-end skincare products you sent the other day... the lady used them to moisturize her hands."

Before Serena could respond, Martha lamented, "Those were for her face. How could she use them on her hands? The unlabeled product Rosemary sent before, she used it on her face. Look at the comparison."

Hearing this, Serena felt a bit downcast but quickly said, "It’s okay. They should use whatever product they find useful. It doesn’t have to be the one I bought."

As long as her parents received the gifts, whether they used them or liked them, she couldn’t force it.

"Serena, you’re too kind," Martha started to say some unpleasant things, "The stuff you send me, I can hardly bear to use them. If it wasn’t for the anti-aging cream you sent that’s about to expire, I wouldn’t have even opened it."

"Martha, I know you mean well, don’t worry."

"Okay, it’s getting late, you should also get back to your dorm and rest. I’ll remind your parents again tomorrow, sigh."

"No need," Serena said understandingly. "Some things can’t be forced. As long as I do my part, the rest will take care of itself."

"Mm, okay."

After hanging up the phone, Martha suddenly heard Louisa calling her.

"Martha? Martha??"

"Yes, ma’am, I’m here. You’re still awake?" Martha quickly stuffed her phone into her pocket and hurried out of the kitchen.

Louisa came down the stairs, still looking around. "I suddenly remembered Serena told me a week ago that she sent a foot bath for her dad. Did someone in the house sign for it?"

Serena said it should have arrived three days ago, but there was still no news, what was going on?

"I’m not sure either. But there were a bunch of deliveries from brands two days ago. I don’t know if Serena’s package got mixed up with them. Let me check."

Martha had already hidden the package. When she heard Louisa was looking for it, she pretended to find it.

"Here it is! Some servant must have put it in the storage room. Ma’am, do you want to open it now?"

"Mm, open it. I’ll take it up to Kenneth," Louisa felt relieved. "Serena is becoming more sensible. She sent me a set of skincare products a few days ago. But my skin is sensitive, so I can’t use them. I tried them on my hand. The effect was pretty good."

"Yes, Serena has always been good. It’s a pity, she’s not a real Collins," Martha faked a sigh.

"We can’t say that," Louisa said seriously. "In our hearts, she’s part of the family. You can’t treat her as an outsider."

"Ma’am, rest assured, I’ve always been loyal to Serena."

"I know," Louisa took the foot bath and was about to go upstairs. She stopped and said, "Rose and Serena are both my children. You need to treat them equally."

"Yes, ma’am," Martha didn’t agree in her heart, but on the surface, she maintained a respectful demeanor.

Watching Louisa go upstairs, a cold glimmer flashed in Martha’s eyes.