Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Chapter 401

"Who arrives for a proposal so casually? But Rose has really won me over," Jennifer said, adding with a chuckle, "And not just me - George is quite taken with her too."

"Jennifer is spot on with that. It’s not just us, even the elders at home are quite fond of her. She’s smart, beautiful, modest, and talented. She’s an artist, calligrapher, pianist, and brand founder. Honestly, the list just goes on," George laughed.

Jennifer chimed in, "And I heard she topped the national college entrance examination! Louisa, you and Kenneth certainly know how to raise a brilliant child!"

Kenneth and Louisa were taken aback. An artist and calligrapher? When did this happen? Why didn’t they know?

"You said Rose is an artist?" Kenneth couldn’t help but ask.

"Calligrapher?" Louisa was equally surprised.

After their questions, they both turned their gaze towards Rosemary, who was coming downstairs, in complete astonishment. When did their daughter acquire these new talents?

Rosemary hadn’t expected to be revealed as soon as she came downstairs after her shower, let alone that George and Jennifer would arrive early. She politely greeted everyone present.

"Rose, you’re here!" Jennifer’s eyes were full of admiration and satisfaction as she looked at her future daughter-in-law, casually dressed and looking gorgeous. Jennifer couldn’t help but adore her.

"Come sit here." Jennifer affectionately pulled Rosemary to sit next to her.

After greeting Rosemary, George turned to Kenneth and asked, "Didn’t you know that? About Rose being Mirabelle."

Mirabelle’s exceptional painting skills were renowned in the art world. With her exquisite brush strokes, fluid style, and imaginative creativity, she had single-handedly elevated the entire art world. Each of her works embodied the perfect blend of form and spirit, radiating a vibrant charm. She was revered as a master in the art world.

"Don’t you have one of her paintings hanging there?" George pointed to a painting on the wall, another masterpiece.

That was a painting Kenneth had won a year ago at an auction. He had found the painting so captivating that he paid ten million dollars for it and hung it in the living room.

But he had no idea that the painting was his daughter’s work. His daughter had been home for quite some time but had never mentioned that the painting on the wall was her creation. This girl was far too modest!

In truth, Rosemary wasn’t modest. When she didn’t know Kenneth and had someone auction her painting, she had asked for an exorbitant price. She had felt a twinge of guilt when she saw the painting later.

Suddenly, Kenneth remembered something else. On the day his daughter came home, her gaze had briefly rested on the painting. It was a renowned piece by the famous painter Mirabelle. Rose had suggested then that he hang it in the study.

Thinking about it now, Kenneth found that the antique painting did look a bit out of place among the modern art pieces in the living room. Her suggestion to hang it in the study, where it would complement the other pieces, was indeed apt. She must have recognized it at first glance. Such discerning eyes.

"And Rose is also the calligrapher Evarose." Jennifer started talking about how they had met her future daughter-in-law, growing more and more delighted.

Kenneth and Louisa hadn’t expected their daughter to have so many aliases, nor that she would not only save her future mother-in-law by a twist of fate but also win over the hearts of her future in-laws. Fate was truly remarkable.

At that moment, Serena, fresh from a friendly gathering, had just reached the entrance of the main building when she heard praises for Rosemary’s talents. She stood there, utterly flabbergasted.

She could hardly believe that the calligrapher, Evarose, whom she had admired for more than two years, was actually Rosemary! What’s more, all the paintings that she had tried so hard but failed to acquire were all created by Rosemary.

Rosemary was Mirabelle. She was not only a renowned painter, but also a famous calligrapher! Why did Rosemary have so many identities? She was barely regarded in the Harris family since she was a child. Yet each of her identities could easily outshine Serena by a large margin.

Serena stood at the door for a long time, caught in a whirlwind of emotions. It was only when Edith, who was delivering pastries, passed by and called her that she came back to her senses.

Walking into the living room with a smile she had practiced over the years, she greeted everyone present with the grace of a rich young lady.

"Serena, you’re back." Jennifer looked at Serena with a warm dignified smile. She had been neutral towards Serena before, neither liking nor disliking her. Now, she greeted her amicably upon her return.

George also looked at Serena, asking with a cheerful smile, "Been out having fun?"

"Mr. George, Jennifer, it’s been a while. Yes, I was out with some friends. Just got back." Serena responded with a smile, extending her greetings to them before turning to her family with a graceful smile.

"Dad, Mom, sis, you guys carry on. I am going upstairs to shower. Mr. George, Jennifer, please excuse me."

Her every move was elegant and refined, showing no signs of anything amiss.

"Alright," Jennifer noted that Serena seemed quite calm. It appeared that the betrothal didn’t affect her much. After all, having been pampered for eighteen years in the Collins family and raised with good manners, she should know how to handle herself. With that thought, Jennifer didn’t dwell on it.

"About Serena?" George looked at Kenneth, seeming to hesitate.

"Serena is a sensible child. She knows not to demand what isn’t hers. It’s all my fault. If I had been more careful and cautious back then, we wouldn’t have had such a big mix-up, forcing the two girls to bear burdens they shouldn’t have." Kenneth felt a deep sense of guilt, particularly towards Rosemary.

Although Serena was not their biological child, she had been pampered in the Collins family for eighteen years without experiencing hardship. But Rose was different. The Harris family rose to wealth later, and Rose had suffered a lot growing up there. Her talents were honed through hard work and diligence. Not just Kenneth, but the entire Collins family owed Rose too much.

"It’s fate. Now that Rose is back, there will only be more laughter in this house." George smoothly changed the topic with a smile.

At this moment, a servant came to report, "Mr. and Mrs. Collins, Mr. McMillian has arrived."

Romeo, dressed in a well-tailored suit, exuded a noble aura. As soon as he entered, he explained, "Mr. and Mrs. Collins, I’m sorry for being late. There was a last-minute issue."

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