Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 695

Chapter 695: Chapter 695

Rosemary chuckled, "Wow, even the great lover Romeo surrenders."

"In your presence, I’m always the vanquished, never the victor," Romeo’s voice was a soft baritone, filled with adoration as he gazed into her eyes.

There was something about the way he looked at her that made Rosemary realize that being the focus of such tender and loving eyes was all she could ever ask for in this lifetime.

The hot air balloon gently touched down on the earth.

Once again, Romeo’s lips found Rosemary’s in a kiss.

She could feel the softness and the sweetness of his kiss, his breath near, right in front of her.

Serena, who had just managed to cheer herself up, felt her mood sour again.

The photographer, capturing the moment, thought to himself: What a photogenic pair. Every shot is a masterpiece. They barely need any retouching.

As Romeo led Rosemary out of the basket, the photographer couldn’t resist snapping several more pictures.

Holding Romeo’s hand, Rosemary walked forward, her peripheral vision catching Serena nearby.

"Hey, what a coincidence," Serena offered a feigned greeting to Rosemary.

But Rosemary didn’t respond, simply withdrawing her gaze indifferently.

"My girlfriend is saying hello to you," Martin pointed out, causing Romeo to halt.

Romeo had been surrounded by photographers and bodyguards, so he hadn’t immediately noticed others around them.

"Are you speaking to my fiancée?" There was an unmistakable sharpness in Romeo’s voice—a warning to anyone who dared challenge him.

The head of security never imagined that the couple he let in to enjoy the event was Serena and her boyfriend.

This was a disaster.

It was his oversight, not realizing who he was admitting. After all, he thought Rosemary had a particular distaste for Serena.

"My fiancée’s choice to respond or not is her own," Romeo said with a steely look in his eyes.

Yet Martin chuckled, "Mr. McMillian, have you considered the feelings of your ex-fiancée?"

Romeo scoffed at the mention of "ex-fiancée."

"My fiancée has always been one and the same."

He pulled Rosemary forward, formally introducing her, "This is she."

Rosemary was speechless.

"I’m not sure who this ex-fiancée is."

Serena saw the argument unfolding and, realizing Martin’s status wasn’t going to help, feared making a spectacle of herself.

Worried that Romeo might reveal her background as the Collins family’s adopted daughter, she tugged at Martin’s sleeve, murmuring, "Let it go."

"In the face of new love, old flames can be denied. Mr. McMillian, you truly are heartless and faithless," Martin said with a hint of disdain.

As a man, to deny even those he’s loved seemed to Martin like a lack of honor.

Though he didn’t know why the families’ engagement had been abruptly called off, Serena had once loved Romeo deeply. Now, as Romeo walked hand in hand with his new love, treating Serena as if she didn’t exist—oblivious to her feelings.

What was there to admire about such a man?

Romeo glanced coldly at Serena before indifferently averting his eyes, saying icily, "She and I were never even childhood sweethearts. There was no love, so how can there be talk of new or old?"

"Martin!" Serena tugged at his sleeve, desperate to end the embarrassing scene.

If Martin saw how little regard Romeo had for her, he would surely think all the wonderful things she had boasted about before were lies.

"Serena," Martin called after her as she stormed off, throwing him a warning glance before chasing after her.

"Forget it," Rosemary said, taking Romeo’s hand. "There’s no need to be upset over such a trivial matter."

Romeo, who had been fuming just a moment ago, felt his anger subside significantly.

It was all because Rosemary took his hand.

He glanced at the head of security, who quickly bowed, saying, "Boss, it’s my fault. I let someone in without proper clearance."

"Let’s just go," Rosemary said, pulling Romeo along, and he didn’t bother to hold a grudge against the head of security.

Scene Change

"Serena!" Martin caught up and grabbed her hand.

Angrily, Serena shook him off.

"Isn’t it embarrassing enough for you? Or do you need me to be completely humiliated before you’re satisfied?"

"I didn’t mean to embarrass you!" Martin said anxiously, trying to explain. "I just can’t stand to see him treat you like that, to ignore you."

"What’s it to you how he treats or ignores me?"

"You’re my girlfriend." Martin was at a loss for what he had done wrong, adding, "I just want to protect you."

"Sometimes, Martin, you’re really annoying," Serena said, turning to walk away.

Martin stood there, struck by lightning, watching her walk away with a wounded look in his eyes. But soon, he followed her again.

"Serena! Listen to me. I was just trying to stand up for you."

"You? Stand up for me? Romeo could ruin you with just one word!" Serena retorted as she walked away, frustrated with his embarrassment.

"So, are you worried about me? You’re afraid he’ll retaliate against me, is that it?"

Serena was at a loss for words, too angry to respond, and just stormed off.

Outside the floral field...

A woman was livid. "Is that girl insane?"

"She must be seriously sick."

Fitch’s reply startled Diana.

"Fitch, what are you doing here?"

"Martin asked me to come and deliver a heart-shaped kite."

He had gone to great lengths to buy the kite, only to witness their argument upon arrival.

"That Serena is such a drama queen." Fitch decided not to give the kite anymore and whispered to the girl beside him, "Why are you here?"

"I came with my family to look at some property and noticed Martin’s car parked there. I didn’t tell my parents. I just made up an excuse to come check it out."

She never expected to see such an infuriating scene.

Serena was making a scene, never giving it a rest.

Poor guy—her naive brother—completely tricked by Serena and clueless!

"Martin is such a fool." Fitch watched as Martin followed Serena away, then said to the girl beside him, "They’re gone. You can get up now."

They had been crouching there for quite some time.

"My ankle’s twisted," the girl replied, which explained why she had been sitting on the grass.

"Ah? Should I help you back to your parents’ place? Where were they looking at property?"

"They’ve already gone back." Diana had planned to check things out and then take a cab home, but she hadn’t expected to injure her ankle.