Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 640

Chapter 640: Chapter 640

The mountain-top restaurant was a single-storeyed structure, made predominantly of glass, giving it a chic and elegant appearance. Every table offered its customers a window seat, ensuring a mesmerizing view of the enchanting night.

The restaurant didn’t have any private suites, so Bard had positioned himself by the window. When Rosemary walked in after finishing her phone call, he handed her the menu, saying, "You choose the food."

Rosemary skimmed through the menu, which was full of delicacies, and asked, "Any dietary restrictions, Uncle Bard?"

"None whatsoever. I can eat anything."

Rosemary ordered a few dishes, and after placing the order, she started replying to other messages.

Ten minutes later, the food started to arrive.

Bard watched as Rosemary devoured the food with apparent delight, completely devoid of any etiquette. His gaze softened once more.

She was indeed unique.

"Eat up," he said, smiling as he helped her with the food.

"Sir, ma’am, your order is complete. Enjoy your meal," the waiter said, bowing before leaving.

Bard looked at Rosemary, surprised. "Is that all you ordered?"

That seemed like very little.

"It’s a waste if we can’t finish it."

Bard started to laugh, reaching for the pad when Rosemary stopped him. "Uncle Bard, we really can’t finish it all. We can come back another time for the other dishes. We don’t have to eat it all now."

"This is the first time I’m treating you—" Bard was cut off when the lights in the restaurant suddenly went out.

"A power outage?"

"Why does this restaurant always have a power outage?"

"They charge so much. Can’t they invest in a better power supply?"

Several customers started complaining.

Suddenly, Rosemary heard a whistling sound near her ear. She quickly dodged to avoid a gleaming dagger.

"Rose, be careful!"

In the darkness, a few figures dressed in black, their faces covered with black masks, rushed toward Rosemary with daggers. Rosemary grabbed a chair to block them, threw it at them, and wrapped two of them in a tablecloth.

The clatter of falling items from the table startled the customers.

"What’s happening?"

Rosemary picked up a steak knife from the fallen items on the table and slashed it across the tablecloth, revealing a red gash to the spectators.

"Rose!" Bard threw his chair at the man behind Rosemary, but before he could react, several figures approached him from behind, short swords in their hands.

The customers panicked, hiding in the corners, relying on the moonlight to watch a man and a woman fight off a dozen men in black.

"Who are they? What is happening?"

A customer, trembling, took out his phone and turned on the flashlight. Seeing the light, the men in black instantly turned murderous and flung a dagger at him!

The customer turned a ghastly white.

Before the dagger could reach him, Rosemary threw a plate at it, knocking it off its course and saving the man’s life.

As the men in black launched another attack at Rosemary, she deftly used the steak knife in her hand to fend off three of them in a matter of seconds.

Bard was surprised at his niece’s agility and proficiency. It reminded him of Mr. Bryant, whom he had met many years ago in another place.

It was not just her stance, but also her skills that seemed eerily familiar.

At that moment, another shiny knife was thrust toward Bard. Swiftly, Bard countered, pinning the knife against the man’s throat and demanding in a cold voice, "Who sent you?"

More reinforcements lunged at Bard. Seeing their persistence, Bard had no choice but to take them down.

Perhaps the men in black realized they were losing. They exchanged glances, nodded, and suddenly, the chandeliers in the diner came crashing down.

"Ah, it hit someone!"

"Help!"

"Someone got hit by a chandelier! Call 911!"

Seven or eight men in black were beaten to a pulp by Rosemary. They threw a smoke bomb and escaped through a broken window.

Amidst the thick smoke, there were screams, cries, and pleas for help.

Rosemary chose not to give chase. Instead, she followed the noises, only to find a young woman whose head had been hit by a chandelier, her face covered in blood.

Her boyfriend was terrified. "Aurelie, wake up. Don’t scare me."

"Don’t move her." Rosemary picked up her purse from the debris, intending to take out her first aid kit, but then realized she had left it at the hospital.

She asked several customers to shine their phone lights for her while she crouched down, first treating Aurelie’s wounds.

Aurelie’s forehead was embedded with shards of the chandelier. It was a horrifying sight.

"What are you doing? Can you save Aurelie? Are you a doctor? Can a doctor be so young?" Aurelie’s boyfriend watched Rosemary in disbelief. "Is Aurelie badly injured? Is she going to die? I don’t want her to die. Can you save her? What are you doing now?"

"Keep quiet." Rosemary cleaned Aurelie’s wounds.

Aurelie moaned in pain, seeming to be suffering greatly.

"Be gentle. She’s in pain. Please be gentle!" Aurelie’s boyfriend was almost in tears.

The customers around them were also frightened. None dared to watch such a bloody scene.

Blood continued to flow from Aurelie’s head. Her boyfriend cried, "She’s still bleeding. The bleeding hasn’t stopped. She’s still bleeding! Please save her. You must save her!"

"If you keep crying, I’m going to throw you out."

Rosemary’s expression was cold, and her voice even colder. Aurelie’s boyfriend was scared into silence, temporarily forgetting his tears.

Bard had chased after the men outside the diner, only to find that the staff had already been injured and fallen. He made a call, and when he came back, he found his niece treating someone.

The victim was covered in blood, and the customers around them were shivering with fear, closing their eyes.

Only his niece seemed calm, methodically treating the girl’s wounds.

What kind of person was she?

The men in black who attacked earlier were skilled, yet she handled them with ease.

Her moves even resembled those of the famous Mr. Bryant.

Whether it was her skills or her mental strength, she had completely surprised him within a day.

Rosemary took out a bottle of medicine from her bag, crushed a pill, and sprinkled it on the girl’s wound.

"Wha–what are you—?"

Hearing Aurelie’s pained cries, her boyfriend questioned again, "What are you giving her?"

Rosemary lifted her icy gaze, scaring the boy into swallowing his words.

After applying the medicine, Rosemary quickly bandaged Aurelie’s wound and said, "Take her to the hospital."

"Will she be okay?" Aurelie’s boyfriend held his girlfriend tightly and asked anxiously.

"If you get her there within half an hour, she’ll live."