Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 382

Chapter 382: Chapter 382

Before Romeo could say anything, the manager begged, "Ms. Rose not only saved the former boss of the club but also me. I owe her big time, so Mr. McMillian, I beg you to pick another girl!"

Romeo thought, "Huh? Am I some kind of beast?"

The moment Romeo asked who was the prettiest girl at the club on the phone, the manager guessed his intention, so he begged again, "Ms. Rose is not yet 18, please spare her, Mr. McMillian. I’ll find the most satisfactory girl for you."

Romeo didn’t expect that Rosemary had tamed so many people outside, let alone that this guy was so loyal to Rosemary. He chuckled and teased, "Who can you find? Anyone as good as her?"

"Mr. McMillian," the manager was really scared but still mustered the courage to beg, "You can’t take Ms. Rose away."

"What’s wrong with her?"

"She’s well-connected!" The manager thought this would scare Romeo off.

But Romeo casually said, "Oh, that’s okay."

No background could compare to his.

The manager racked his brains, "She knows a lot of vicious people."

"It’s fine."

"She’s got good fighting skills. I’m afraid she might hurt you."

"I have bodyguards."

The manager was out of excuses and was worrying when suddenly an idea popped into his head, "She’s on her period! Yes, that’s right, she just started! What a coincidence, Mr. McMillian, I’ll find someone else for you."

"How do you know she’s on her period?" Romeo asked with interest, "Did she tell you?"

"No, no, an employee said she stained her clothes."

Romeo didn’t expect his man to lie to his face. No one knew Rosemary’s menstrual cycle better than him, but he wasn’t angry at all.

"Is she safe now?" Romeo suddenly got to the point and asked directly.

The manager was confused, "Yeah, she’s very safe."

"Take good care of her. Don’t let anything dangerous happen."

"Huh? Yes."

Until the call ended, the manager didn’t understand what Romeo was really up to.

In the coffee shop, Rosemary was about to leave when the lady suddenly clutched her stomach, seeming uncomfortable.

"Honey, are you okay?" The middle-aged man quickly bent over and asked, "What’s wrong? Is your stomach hurting?"

"Um," the lady didn’t know what was going on. Why would her stomach suddenly hurt? Was it because of the coffee?

Rosemary looked back. The lady was already in pain, curled up in the man’s arms.

The middle-aged man was really scared, "Honey, honey."

He was about to call for help.

"Let me check." Rosemary returned to the lady’s side and squatted down. With her slender fingers on the lady’s pulse, in less than three seconds, she had the answer in her mind.

"She’s been poisoned. It’s a slow-acting poison. Let her lie down flat." Rosemary opened her backpack, picked a long silver needle from her acupuncture bag, and asked, "What did she drink three days ago at this time?"

"Three days ago, right about this time?" The middle-aged man seemed a bit puzzled and took a while to respond, "We were at a wedding in Oakridge City for the son of one of her good friends. At about 8 pm when we were about to leave, her friend said she was having a blast and wanted her to stick around for a few more glasses of fruit wine, which wasn’t that strong."

"That’s about it." Rosemary explained as she treated her, "This type of drug can only be mixed with alcohol. If you put it in mineral water or any other drink, it’ll taste funny, and you would sniff it out. But when it’s mixed with alcohol, it doesn’t change the taste, and that’s when it really kicks in."

"You’re saying her friend spiked her fruit wine?" The man was even more confused, "But that’s impossible. They’ve been friends for 20 years, keeping in touch all this time."

Rosemary didn’t bother speculating about other people’s business. She just did what she had to do.

"Will my wife be alright?" The man looked at the woman lying on the ground, writhing in pain, curled up. If he could, he’d take on all her pain.

"I’ll detox her first." Rosemary continued her treatment, "Her stomach’s taken a bit of a hit. We’ll need to follow up with medication. You can get the meds according to my prescription. I’ll write it down before I leave."

The man looked surprised, "Ms. Mirabelle, you’re a doctor too?"

Who would have thought this young lady could not only paint and compose music, but she could also save lives. What a jack of all trades!

"For the next three days, ask her to avoid spicy food. Keep her diet light." Rosemary saw that the woman was doing better and stopped the treatment.

"Honey, are you feeling any better?" The man quickly helped the woman up and held her in his arms.

"Much better. It doesn’t hurt anymore." The lady was amazed at Rosemary’s medical skills. She had been in excruciating pain but now felt like she’d sprung back to life, only a little weak.

Rosemary put away her tools, took out a pen and paper, and wrote down the prescription, dosage, and precautions.

Looking at Rosemary’s precise and forceful handwriting, the man was amazed. It suddenly hit him that her handwriting seemed familiar. He’d seen it somewhere.

Earlier tonight at the warehouse, when the girl had signed for him, he’d found her handwriting familiar. Suddenly, it dawned on him. He had a collection of works by a famous calligrapher, and her writing was identical to that person’s. Whether it was the style or size, it was a carbon copy.

Could it be that she was also a calligrapher? This thought blew his mind.

"She should be fully recovered after taking the medication for three days." Rosemary handed the prescription to the middle-aged man.

The man was jolted back to reality, "Thank you so much. I really can’t thank you enough."

"Melody, thank God you were here." The elegant lady squeezed Rosemary’s hand, her beautiful eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

Before the man could ask about Rosemary’s identity, he heard his wife say, "Honey, shouldn’t you be thanking her?"

"Oh, right." The man quickly took a check out of his pocket, signed it, and was about to hand it to her.

"There’s no need. Never mind." Rosemary gently looked at the beautiful lady, holding her hand tight, and said, "Take good rest when you get home, and try to lay off coffee for a few days."

"Why’s that?" The man was puzzled, "Is there a problem?"

Rosemary smiled slightly, "Drinking coffee at night might overstimulate the nervous system and mess with your sleep."

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