Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 470

Chapter 470: Chapter 470

Rosemary sensed something was off and asked in a soft tone, "Are you in pain again?"

"Um..." The girl clutched her stomach, gritting her teeth, but tried to reassure, "It’s really nothing, just a bit of discomfort. Much lighter than the pain earlier."

"Let me see your hand," Rosemary said, beginning to check her pulse again.

Curled up in bed, the girl faced the wall. Through a small hole, she could see Rosemary’s beautiful chin and the long, elegant fingers resting on her wrist.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of him.

How she wished she could go back and see him, even if it was just a glimpse from afar.

"How long has this poison been tormenting you?" Rosemary released her hand to fetch a small bottle of medicine from her bag.

"A year and a half." The girl managed a bitter smile, even surprised at herself that she had endured for so long.

Hearing "a year and a half," Rosemary paused, inexplicably reminded of Carol.

The poison had been in Carol’s blood system for at least a year, maybe even a year and a half.

"Take some painkillers and get some sleep." Rosemary poured a small pill from the bottle and handed it over to her.

The girl had only seen Rosemary’s fingers before, but seeing her entire beautiful hand was a sight for sore eyes.

She took the pill and immediately swallowed it.

"I’m going to make a call," Rosemary said as she stood up and went outside the room, closing the door behind her.

She dialed a familiar number.

It seemed that Romeo had been waiting for her call all along. The moment the screen lit up, he picked it up almost instantly.

Romeo worriedly asked, "Are you safe?"

Rosemary calmly replied, "I’m safe right now."

The two spoke in unison. After a brief pause, they both laughed.

"As long as you’re safe." Romeo’s laugh was warm and fond. He glanced at the time and said, "It’s already past three. When will you be back? Should he drop you off or should I pick you up?"

"I don’t think I’ll be back until tomorrow afternoon."

Based on what Dennis had said earlier, he would probably be gone for more than ten hours.

"What about tonight? Do you have a place to rest? Is the task complicated? Are you tired?"

"Not tired. I’m just taking care of someone." Rosemary then asked, "Any news from Clark?"

"I haven’t heard from him yet."

"If you have time tomorrow, can you check on Clark? Make sure he’s eating and changing his bandages."

"Sure."

"You too," Rosemary added. "You need to get some rest tonight. Don’t wait up for me. I’ll be back when I can."

Romeo didn’t expect Rosemary to know him so well. Indeed, he couldn’t sleep well until she was back—always worried whether she was in danger and if she needed his help.

Rosemary naturally guessed that and warned him, "If I see dark circles under your eyes tomorrow, I won’t see you for three days straight."

"I’ll sleep," Romeo immediately agreed. "I’ll definitely sleep well tonight."

"No staying up late."

"I’ll sleep with the sachet you gave me," Romeo promised. "You should also get some sleep. If I see dark circles under your eyes tomorrow, I’ll punch that guy and give him panda eyes."

"Deal," Rosemary laughed, amused. Even if she stayed up all night, she wouldn’t have dark circles.

That was thanks to her regular consumption of rejuvenating scented tea.

"Just be careful. If anything happens, call me right away." Romeo, unable to let go, gave a few more reminders before hanging up.

Since Rosemary was just outside the room, the girl could hear the conversation between them.

Unconsciously, she was reminded of him again.

He was also the third child in his family.

At that thought, a poignant smile tugged at the girl’s lips. How come every time someone mentioned ’Clark’, she would automatically visualize his handsome and charming face? Was it just the same name?

How desperately she must miss him to think of him at every moment.

She wondered if he was well, how his life was going without her.

When Rosemary entered her room, she heard the rustling of her roommate from the next bed.

"You’re still awake?"

"Yeah, I can’t sleep."

Once Rosemary settled in, she asked, "What’s on your mind?"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

Hearing that, a smirk appeared on Rosemary’s face. "Eavesdropping on my call, were you?"

"It’s a small place. Even though you were speaking softly, it’s quiet at night."

Perhaps it had been too long since she had spoken with someone, Diana let down her guard, a weary smile across her lips.

"You and your boyfriend—are you close?"

If she hadn’t misunderstood, Rosemary was just on the phone checking in with her boyfriend.

"Yeah, we’re good." Rosemary casually asked, "What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?"

"I used to."

Upon hearing that, Diana’s thoughts again returned to his handsome face.

Used to?

Rosemary understood her situation; they had broken up—they were no longer together.

"I bring misfortune to those around me." Diana laughed bitterly. "That’s why I can’t meet you face-to-face."

She didn’t want to bring harm to Rosemary.

"Sometimes, I just want to live like a regular person—return to my old life."

But as long as she was alive, she only brought endless calamity to those around her.

Like Dennis, who had been on the run with her for a year.

Her most loyal followers—their faces unrecognizable in death.

Her foster parents, who suffered because of her.

When she was dating, they had to sneak around. When she left, she cut off all contact with him to protect him.

She truly hadn’t contacted him ever since.

He was of high status, rarely at home, so the organization couldn’t find him.

All they could do was ruthlessly hurt those powerless people close to her.

Upon recalling when her parents were taken hostage, she saw the news and wanted to save them—but she was helpless.

At that time, she was in the throes of her poison. She couldn’t even get out of bed, much less return to her homeland.

And Dennis, in his attempt to protect her, was severely injured—almost dying before her.

So, at that time, they could only watch as their foster parents were tormented.

She would never forget that scene—the blood on the floor.

Thinking that, Diana clenched her fists. Although it would be difficult with her strength alone, if she could cure that poison once and for all, she would dismantle the organization’s lair and live proudly under the sun.

She wouldn’t be manipulated by anyone anymore.

"The people around you—none of them think of you as a curse. I believe they all like you, willing to stand by your side, just like Dennis, always protecting you."

Rosemary’s words left Diana stunned.

Rosemary continued, "So, you have to survive—and not just survive, but thrive. Show everyone that you are not a curse."

Diana was moved again by her words.

Perhaps it was due to her unique circumstances, but in all those past years, no one had ever said such things to her.

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