Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 700

Chapter 700: Chapter 700

Half an hour had passed.

Romeo’s car was the first to pull up at the gate of the estate.

He got out and opened the door for Rosemary, while Joyce clung to her with an unwilling embrace.

"I have no idea when I’ll see you again."

Rosemary patted his back soothingly. "If I’m not swamped, maybe I’ll give you a call."

"Really?" Romeo rarely received calls from her. In the six months they’d known each other, the calls from Rosemary could be counted on one hand.

"If I find the time, I’ll call. Once everything settles down, maybe we can head back home together."

Rosemary wasn’t one to make such offers before, nor did she seem to care this much about his feelings.

Romeo felt a wave of comfort wash over him, his gaze soft as water. "Deal."

Just as Rosemary was about to seal the agreement, Romeo’s lips met hers again.

Martin, driving in the distance, caught sight of the couple kissing at the estate’s entrance. He recognized the car. It was Romeo’s!

Serena hadn’t expected them to be at it again. Enough. Were they deliberately trying to provoke her?

That was the last straw for Martin. He stopped the car, angrily unbuckling his seatbelt, and stormed toward Romeo with rage in his steps.

Romeo and Rosemary were still locked in their kiss when a beam of headlights interrupted them. Romeo squinted at the glare, spotting a man getting out of his car and heading straight for him.

Romeo instinctively pulled Rosemary behind him just in time to dodge a punch thrown by Martin.

Without missing a beat, Romeo countered with a swift punch to Martin’s face.

Martin stumbled to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Serena, thoroughly frightened, rushed over to help him up, exclaiming, "What are you doing!"

"Stay out of this." Martin glared at Romeo, seemingly hell-bent on settling the score.

When Martin lunged at Romeo again, Rosemary stepped forward and spoke calmly, "Let’s talk this out. Brawling won’t get you anywhere."

The formidable Mr. Romeo wasn’t about to be bested by someone like Martin.

Even a hundred Martins combined would stand no chance against Romeo in a fight.

"Martin!" Serena grabbed his hand, not wanting him to make a further spectacle of himself.

"What a thrilling scene at the doorstep. Lucky I didn’t miss it."

A leisurely voice floated from the gate.

Eunice, in a striking red gown, exuded elegance and authority. Her presence didn’t diminish even among the younger generation.

"Aunt Eunice?" Serena was taken aback. She hadn’t expected her aunt to be a spectator.

This could be bad. If Eunice revealed Rosemary’s true identity, Martin would realize that Rosemary was the real Collins family heiress, and Serena was nothing but an adopted girl without any blood ties.

With that thought, Serena felt a pang of frustration. It was all because she had been too impatient earlier, only wanting to stop Martin from embarrassing himself—completely forgetting about this crucial detail!

Upon seeing Eunice, Rosemary called out dutifully, "Aunt Eunice."

Martin was surprised to hear this "Aunt Eunice." What was the deal with Romeo’s new flame? Why was she also calling Serena’s aunt "Aunt Eunice"?

But Eunice seemed to take it in stride, her eyes smiling. "Bringing a fight right to the doorstep—must be the fire of youth. Come inside, all of you. Have a cup of coffee to cool down."

As soon as Eunice finished speaking, the grand doors opened in a welcoming gesture.

"Ma’am—"

Romeo was about to explain, but Eunice cut him off.

"From now on, we’re all family. You and Rose can just call me Aunt Eunice."

Romeo couldn’t believe how quickly Eunice had taken to him, looking at Rosemary with a gentle light in his eyes.

"Aunt Eunice."

Eunice noted his quick adaptation and turned her gaze to Martin.

Though Martin had a multitude of questions bubbling inside, he obediently said, "Aunt Eunice."

Eunice crossed her arms over her chest, exuding the air of a matriarch. "Follow me."

Serena quickly interjected, "Aunt Eunice, Martin’s hurt. I want to take him to the hospital for a check-up."

She feared that stepping into that house would expose her charade.

Eunice turned around, her profile as beautiful as ever. "What don’t we have here in terms of medicine? Besides, the world’s greatest doctor is right in front of you, isn’t she?"

Martin looked puzzled. What did she mean, the best doctor? Where?

"What, without your uncle around, my words don’t carry weight, right?"

"Of course not." Serena was feeling a tad guilty.

"Thank you for the invite, Aunt Eunice." Martin didn’t want to make things difficult for Serena, whispering to her, "I’m fine."

Serena wasn’t really worried about his injuries; she was worried about keeping up her façade.

Eunice led the way, her figure commanding and elegant.

Serena’s mind was a mess, but she steeled herself to follow.

Romeo, holding Rosemary’s hand, softened his gaze. "Meeting the parents already?"

"Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?"

"I didn’t come prepared—empty-handed." Romeo felt a bit rude.

"Aunt Eunice doesn’t care much for gifts. She cares about whether you are a good guy."

"Then I’ll make sure to make a good impression."

In the living room.

Eunice sat in the seat of honor, her curls and red lipstick flawless, radiating authority.

She directed the servants to serve tea, her lips curving into a smile. "Your uncle’s out, and your grandpa’s already gone to bed."

Rosemary showed concern. "Is Grandpa’s health improving?"

"Following your advice, he got his X-rays done. Just as you suspected—no fractures or ligament damage. The doctor praised your medicine, even wanted to bulk purchase it for the hospital. I told them you made it yourself."

Martin was taken aback. It seemed Romeo’s new flame had medical knowledge. She could even make her own medicine that impressed a doctor. And she used it on her grandfather.

"Rose, the cost of making your medicine must be high, huh?" Eunice’s smile grew. "The doctor said such good medicine would fetch a high price on the market, easily a thousand or two."

"Much more." Romeo looked at Rosemary tenderly. "Even ten times that wouldn’t be enough to buy it."

"That popular?" Eunice laughed with approval. "Seems the doctor didn’t realize what he had, undervaluing your medicine."

"As long as Grandpa is okay, that’s all that matters." Rosemary finally felt relieved.

"With you here, Grandpa will always bounce back."

The servants brought in tea and snacks, and Eunice instructed, "Fetch the first-aid kit."

She turned to Rosemary, asking with a smile, "For Martin’s condition, what medicine would be best?"

Rosemary knew his injury wasn’t severe—just a punch—and if it were the old her, she wouldn’t have needed any medicine.

"An ice pack for the swelling. Any simple analgesic will do," Rosemary still offered her suggestion.

"Perfect. We’ve got disposable ice packs and some aspirin." Eunice pulled out these items from the first-aid kit and sent a servant to give them to Martin.