Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Chapter 62

Romeo’s hand still tightly held hers as he dropped Rosemary off at her company’s entrance. He looked down at the girl in his arms and asked, "I’ll bring you afternoon tea later. Anything in particular you want?"

"You’re free now?" she queried.

"I just happen to have some free time."

From the driver’s seat, Carl froze at his words. He thought, Mr. McMillian, you have two meetings this afternoon, three partners to meet, and over a dozen documents that need your decision. Are you sure you’re free?

"I’m not hungry," Rosemary announced, preparing to leave the car. Romeo embraced her tightly, saying,

"Just a little longer."

"We’re going to be late!"

"Just a little longer," he insisted, inhaling her sweet scent. It was intoxicating.

"Don’t bring me anything to eat this afternoon," Rosemary said, sounding slightly helpless. "I’m a bit busy."

"Do you need my help?"

"No."

After being detained by Romeo for a while, Rosemary finally managed to pull away from his grasp and hurriedly headed toward her company.

"Mr. McMillian, it seems like Ms. Rose was in a hurry to leave..." Carl observed as he watched Rosemary’s retreating figure. He glanced in the rear–view mirror to find Romeo’s gaze fixed on the girl.

"Oh, and Mr. McMillian, the restaurant manager asked me to give you these..." Carl unlocked his phone and sent a dozen pictures to Romeo’s phone.

They were photos from their lunch at the Ferris Wheel Restaurant. The handsome man and beautiful woman were eye–catching.

Even Romeo himself could hardly believe the tenderness and adoration in his own eyes as he looked at Rosemary in the photos. Though Rosemary was looking at the scenery outside, oblivious to his gaze, it didn’t stop him from admiring her beauty.

"What was she thinking then," he pondered, looking at her bright eyes.

Romeo’s slender fingers scrolled through the photos, each one captured from a perfect angle. He simply said, "Tip."

Carl promptly transferred $1,000 to the restaurant manager.

"Actually, Mr. McMillian, I also took a few shots..." Carl showed Romeo the candid photos he had taken of Romeo and Rosemary enjoying the view together. They looked like a perfect match.

"Mr. McMillian, just to be clear, I’m not asking for anything. I just thought you two looked good together," Carl clarified, fearing that Romeo might get mad at him for, sneaking pictures without his knowledge.

But Romeo didn’t say a word. After a moment; Carl’s phone chimed with an Apple Pay notification. His eyes widened at the sight of the number: 7777, four sevens! Had Mr. McMillian really just transferred that much money to him in one go? Was this a reward?

As he tried to contain his excitement, he asked, puzzled, "But Mr. McMillian, what does this number mean..."

Romeo saved each photo, then casually explained, "It means Rose and my story will be as lucky as the number seven."

"..." Carl couldn’t help but feel engulfed by the sweetness of love after hearing such an explanation.

Romeo set his two favorite photos as his screensaver and wallpaper, then looked back at the building where Rosemary worked, a hint of longing in his eyes. "Let’s head back to McMillian Corporation."

Carl could clearly detect the nostalgia in his voice. Hmm, Ms. Rose had only been gone a short while,and he was already missing her?

At McMillian Corporation, Serena had prepared afternoon tea for the six receptionists, who were all beaming with joy."

"Long time no see, Miss Serena, You’ve brought gifts again!"

"Did you get them from that fancy hotel down the street? Their stuff’s a bit too rich for our blood. Makes us feel guilty eating it."

"We’re so lucky to have you, Miss Serena. You keep treating us to these gourmet delicacies."

"Even after all this time, you’re still a knockout, Miss Serena!"

"We’re seriously blessed to have a boss like you! Not only are you generous and stunning, but you’ve also got talents that put other heiresses to shame."

Serena smiled at their compliments, then laughed and pretended to be mad, "There’s no honey in the afternoon tea, but you all sure know how to lay it on thick." "Miss Serena, you just keep getting more

beautiful. Could you share your secret?"

One of the receptionists stared at Serena, resting her chin in her hands, admiring her flawless skin without a single pimple to be seen.

’Don’t get your hopes up. The skincare products Miss Serena uses are probably too expensive for us."

As Serena listened to their chit–chat, about to say something, she noticed they all suddenly stood up,

frantically fixing themselves up, and respectfully greeted, "Good afternoon, Mr. McMillian!"

Serena turned to see Romeo had returned.

"Romeo-"

Before Serena could approach him, several senior staff rushed over, bombarding Romeo with urgent matters, then swiftly heading towards the elevator as if Serena’s call.

Carl stayed behind, blocking Serena’s way, "Miss Serena, you’re looking for Romeo?"

"I brought afternoon tea for Romeo. And for you too, Carl. I wanted to discuss something with Romeo."

Serena glanced at the retreating figure, a little anxious. Carl was stopping her from going forward, leaving her helpless.

"I really need to see Romeo."

"Romeo has urgent matters to attend to."

"I can wait for him."

"It might take a while for Romeo to finish up. Perhaps you could go home first, Miss Serena. You can always call or text Romeo."

"No, it’s okay. I’ll wait upstairs. There are some things I want to tell him in person."

Serena attempted to pass, but Carl kept blocking her, "If there’s something you need, Miss Serena, you can tell me. I can relay the message to Romeo..."

Carl’s obstruction was getting on Serena’s nerves. But considering her position, she smiled and said,

"Carl, do you plan on blocking my way indefinitely?" "I apologize. I just didn’t want you to wait in vain.."

"As I’ve said, no matter how long he’s busy, I’ll wait." Serena deftly sidestepped Carl and headed for the elevator.

Watching Serena’s retreating figure, Carl felt unease. He knew that Romeo only had eyes for Miss Rose and didn’t care much for others.

Seeing Serena enter the elevator, he had no choice but to follow.

The receptionists were left clueless about the situation, sensing some hidden tension.

"Do you think Mr. McMillian doesn’t like Miss Serena?"

"No way! Miss Serena is so accomplished. Whether her looks, knowledge, talent, or family background... there isn’t a second one like her in this world!" "But why did Carl stop her?"

"Mr. McMillian probably didn’t mean to ignore Miss Serena. When he walked in, you saw that a bunch of managers needed his attention. Carl likely didn’t want Miss Serena to wait in vain."

"He’s cold to everybody. It seems like only work can catch his eye. We’ve been here for years. Has Mr. McMillian ever really looked at us?"

"Not that I recall."

"So, their marriage is strong. We don’t need to worry about it!"

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