Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 376

Chapter 376: Chapter 376

A few days later, Rosemary got a message from her subordinate.

[Boss, we’ve hit the jackpot! Someone wants you to paint a picture for them. There is no price limit, but it has to symbolize longevity and health. This is a major opportunity, boss. Let’s ask for 20 million dollars straight up!]

Rosemary didn’t expect her subordinate to be even craftier than her. [When do they want it?]

[Tomorrow.]

[Alright.] Rosemary happened to want to practice painting recently, and since work was coming her way, [Just 10 million dollars.]

[10 million dollars? Boss, are you not short on cash recently? With your skills, 20 million dollars is no problem. Or, you can ask for 20 million and give me the extra 10 million.]

Rosemary suddenly grew serious: [We should have a conscience in life.]

The boss was talking about conscience? Did she even have one?

After that, Rosemary had him send the painting paper to Romeo’s villa. She only used one type of paper for painting, one not found on the market.

"Boss. Instead of going to school, you’re loafing around. You’ve gone downhill." Jack didn’t expect the boss’s relationship with Romeo to progress to living together. Suddenly, he felt like his boss was drifting away from him.

Half an hour later, Rosemary got the painting paper and was about to enter the villa when Jack hesitated. Finally, he couldn’t help but say, "Boss."

"Hmm? Anything else?"

"I saw a quote online. It says men like to conquer and like challenges. The more unattainable, the more they are into it."

Rosemary understood his meaning: "You’re teaching me now?"

"Yes, yes, yes." Jack didn’t expect the boss’s aura to still be so strong, and he was suddenly scared. He was just worried that the boss would be deceived.

Sigh, it’s so hard to be a subordinate these days.

In the study, Rosemary spread out a long piece of painting paper, the brush rendering on the white paper. It was the first time Romeo saw her painting.

She had her hair simply tied up, plain and simple, but with an outstanding temperament.

Romeo had no idea she could paint, and so well at that. Could it be that she had another identity as a painter?

Just two hours later, Rosemary had completed a painting.

Romeo held her from behind, admiring her work and deeply impressed by her vision and perspective. How high must her level be to complete such a work?

"Could you paint one for me when you have time?" Romeo kissed her cheek softly, watching her reaction.

Rosemary smiled. "My paintings aren’t cheap."

"No problem, I can afford it."

Forget about money, he would give anything, even his life.

"So what kind of painting do you want?" Rosemary asked.

"Just us."

Their intimate shadows reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window next to them.

"Like this, is it okay?" Romeo pointed to their reflections on the window.

"Sure."

Rosemary took out more painting paper, sketching the scene where Romeo was holding her from behind while she was painting.

The figures of the two were vivid and realistic, and the expressions were captured perfectly. Even the masterpiece that Rosemary painted was reproduced on the paper again.

Romeo didn’t expect Rosemary’s painting skills to be even better than he imagined. "Have you been painting since you were a kid?"

"Yep." Rosemary didn’t hide it. "It was also taught by one of my grandfathers."

Her grandpa was the one who taught her all her skills.

Rosemary finished the painting in just an hour. There was no signature on it, but Romeo had someone send an expensive frame, planning to hang it on the wall of his study.

Just then, Rosemary’s phone vibrated again.

[Rosemary, there’s another order! Someone wants you to write an uplifting song, and you can name your price.]

Could it be Romeo?

Thinking about this, Rosemary glanced at Romeo.

Romeo was still admiring her painting, looking at her with eyes full of affection and gentleness.

It couldn’t be him.

Rosemary no longer had any doubts. [When do they want it done?]

[Tomorrow or the day after is fine.]

Without thinking much, Rosemary named her price at ten million dollars, hung up the phone, and told Romeo, "I need to go to the piano room."

Rosemary was going to play the piano?

Such a great opportunity, of course, Romeo wouldn’t miss it. He followed Rosemary to the piano room, watched her sit down at the piano, open the cover, think for a moment, and then start to play.

It seemed like she was tuning, or maybe composing, stopping now and then. Romeo wondered if she had received some big order. Was she writing a song for someone?

Rosemary recalled many things, those beautiful images turned into jumping notes, and she quickly composed a song.

Romeo looked at the time; it was only an hour, and Rosemary had composed such a beautiful song. Her musical skills had improved again.

"How do you think?" Rosemary stopped and asked him.

"Good, it’s relaxing."

That’s exactly the effect Rosemary was aiming for, but she always felt that something was not good enough. After playing it a few more times, she found the problem and made improvements.

"I’ll play it one more time for you."

Romeo didn’t expect that he would have the honor to be her first audience. He nodded, his eyes full of admiration and love.

Rosemary played the improved piano piece one more time. Romeo praised, "It’s even better than the one just now. You added a new melody; it makes me remember the good old times."

That’s exactly the feeling Rosemary wanted. She took out her phone and sent a message to Jack, [Done.]

Jack sent a string of question marks: [????]

Just a few hours passed; Rosemary’s work efficiency was too high, right? A painting, a song, just like that, done?

"I’ll contact them." Half an hour after Jack left, he called Rosemary again. "Rosemary, the person who ordered the piano piece specifically wants to meet you and hear you play it in person."

Did he not believe she was the composer just because she composed too quickly, doubting her identity or abilities?

"And the person who ordered the painting said he wants to give it to someone very important, so if the painting can’t satisfy him, he hopes you can modify it in person."

Rosemary asked again, "Are these two orders from the same person?"

"No." Jack, worried about upsetting the boss, hurriedly flattered, "Boss, we’ve got twenty million dollars. Why don’t we take a trip? It’s better than staying at home and watching Romeo, right?"

Rosemary: What’s wrong?

"After all, watching Romeo not only doesn’t make us money but also wastes our time."

Rosemary glanced at the gloomy man next to her and replied, "Romeo heard it."

"Oh my." Jack didn’t expect Romeo to always be by the boss’s side.