Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife

So many dinner parties necessitate a couple's waltz.

She couldn't dance, was she supposed to just stand there and watch her date invite another girl to dance right in front of her?

If she couldn't even dance, couldn't even play the piano, what good was she?

In high society, she was nothing short of a pariah!

Was this some cosmic joke, to take back everything she learned from the Collins family?

Martin held her close, allowing her to vent her frustrations in his embrace.

"Why, why must this happen to me." Serena sobbed uncontrollably, "Why?"

Her tears flowed like rivers, her sorrow seemingly endless, "Why does Rosemary, after all the hardships,still come back so beautiful, so glorified to that home, with so many skills to her name, while I, after my

struggles, am left with nothing but the aftermath?"

Why had fate stripped her of her prized beauty and status?

Why was she rendered unable to walk unaided, to relearn how to use utensils for eating?

Why?

It felt like she was cast into the deepest circle of hell, experiencing pain beyond comprehension!

Was it just because she was jealous of Rosemary, because she had once tried to trip her up, that she deserved such divine retribution?

Compared to her, Rosemary's past sufferings seemed trivial!

At least Rosemary was taken in by the Harris family, who provided a decent life, neither lavish nor lacking, and Granny Grace had connections that allowed her to learn so much.

And her. now that she was so destitute, the heavens still decided to take away the very basics of her existence!!

"Why must this happen to me." Serena cried as if her heart was being torn apart.

She had lost everything, yet instead of receiving sympathy from above, it seemed as if the universe itself wanted to crush her all the more.

God was too biased!

Why must it be so unfair!

"So you're telling me my knees will scar, and what will I do every summer? How will I wear skirts and shorts?" Serena wept anew.

Meanwhile.

David came home to the family portrait hanging on the wall and smiled, "This picture is perfect right here, first thing you see when you walk in."

In the living room, his brothers were eagerly trying to get a photo with Rose.

Seeing such a lively scene, and spotting his dear sister, David's smile grew even wider.

"Rose, I'm back," David teased, waving something in his hand, "Guess what tasty treat I have brought for you?"

"Late at night, and you're bringing your sister barbecue?" Hunter frowned slightly.

"It's all fresh off the grill. I rushed the driver to hurry over just so my sister could have a bite while it's still hot." David placed several bags on the coffee table, and the servants promptly began setting out the dozens of grilled delights.

Chasel's brow also furrowed, "Tomorrow's New Year, and the day after is Rose's homecoming banquet, you're feeding her this, what if she gets a breakout?"

"Rose's skin isn't prone to blemishes. Besides, even if she did get a spot, she'd still be my most beautiful, most angelic sister, incomparable to anyone else!" David added, then pinched Rose's soft

cheek affectionately, "Plus, my sister's a doctor, she knows all the tricks to keep the skin clear, right?"

Rosemary smiled warmly, looking back at David.

"Seriously, what if she can't handle it?" Clark retorted, barely able to mask his concern.

"Come on, dude. The skincare stuff Rosemary hooked me up with has been like magic for my skin. I could be all glammed up for hours, and not a zit in sight. Sure, if I pull an all-nighter and hit up a barbecue, I might get a spot or two, but a dab of Rosemary's miracle cream, and poof! By morning, it's like nothing happened. Makeup still goes on smooth as silk. Rosemary's got a treasure trove of secrets, right?" David said.

David grabbed a skewer fresh off the grill and offered it to Rosemary, "Here, try this while it's hot."

Rosemary reached to take it herself, but David quickly said, "Watch out for the grease, don't mess up your hands. I got it, you just enjoy."

"I can handle it myself," Rosemary replied, not accustomed to being fussed over this way.

David took a few more napkins, wrapping the skewer's stick meticulously before handing it over to Rosemary.

The guys nearby overheard the conversation about the miraculous skincare and ointment Rosemary had

provided David.

"I gotta get one for Molly. She's always freaked out about breakouts," Hunter suddenly chimed in.

"Count one in for Myrna too."

"And one for Carol."

"Are you guys ragging on me for being single?" Sean blurted out, his face a mix of jest and earnest. "I want one for Ophelia!"

"She's taken," Rosemary said nonchalantly, munching on her skewer.

"Well then, I want one for myself!" Sean insisted, not wanting to be left out.

"Ms. Rose. we'd love to get our hands on one too." the servants eyed Rosemary with envy, having experienced the wonders of her skincare gifts before.

"Ms. Rose, you have no idea, the acne treatment you gave me, I used it so sparingly towards the end, I didn't want to run out, and then I did!" one of the servants confessed.

"Ms. Rose, why don't you start your own acne treatment brand? Then we could always buy it!" another suggested.

"Yeah, I mean, we feel kinda bad using your stash for free," a third added.

"We sometimes share snacks, and the greasy stuff gives us pimples. Your cream works wonders, but we can't always resist those snacks, and we still get the occasional breakout."

Rosemary laughed, "I'll grab some from upstairs in a bit, consider them early New Year's gifts."

"Thank you, Ms. Rose!!" The servants were overjoyed, valuing these gifts far more than cash.

It was something money couldn't buy.

The brothers looked on hopefully.

"You'll get yours too," Rosemary assured them, bringing smiles and sighs of relief.

"I heard Grandpas and Grandmas, and our uncles and aunts are here too? Go call them down for dinner," David said, and the servants quickly went to fetch the relatives.

"Oh, and you guys get a share too. Once you're done with your tasks, come and join us," David told the servants. "I had my hands full earlier, but I've asked the bodyguard to bring your portions."

The servants beamed, "Thanks, David!"

"It's New Year tomorrow, and you're only getting home now." Louisa started to scold as soon as she descended the stairs, "Didn't I tell you to wrap up your work early? And here you are."

"Well, if Rosemary's song hadn't turned me into a hit machine, I wouldn't be booked solid for the next three years."