Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 151

Chapter 151: Chapter 151

"Only last night, when I went to pay the utility bills did the property management tell me you’re the owner of this house. I had no idea you were the one renting it to

Us."

Rosemary always used to say it was a friend’s house and the rent was dirt cheap.

She felt so ashamed.

She lowered her head as she said this, then quickly burst into laughter. "You’ve been helping me non–stop, pushing me to the top, showing me a whole new world! So, I’ve decided, I’m sticking with you,

learning the ropes!"

Despite her outstanding performance in the contest, many praised her as the new up–and–coming designer, the next "Maestro Stylish".

Only she knew that it’s all thanks to Rosemary’s help that she could create such stunning designs, win the championship, boost her fame, and win over so many fans.

The real deal here was Rosemary!

Without Rosemary, she wouldn’t be where she was now!

"I’m giving you three months," Rosemary said with a smile. "After that, you go back and run your own company."

"Three months?"

She had hoped to learn from Rosemary for three, five, or even ten years.

"Three months is plenty for you." Rosemary believed she was a bright one: "You’re super smart and full of ideas, you’re definitely going to shine in the design world." Molly looked at her, full of gratitude.

"Your salary is all settled, and you have a place to live; I’ll take that key back."

"Thank you, Ms. Rose!"

"Call me Rosemary when it’s just the two of us."

All this time, Rosemary had treated her as a friend; otherwise, she wouldn’t have helped her so much.

Molly said gratefully and joyfully, "Rosemary, I’m so glad I met you!"

Ever since she met Rosemary, her life had taken a drastic turn, completely different from before!

After a full–on day.

After work, Romeo took Rosemary back to Moon Villa.

The marigolds had been planted, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The pink and white flowers surrounding the lake under the setting sun looked like a fairyland.

It seemed never–ending–a sea of pink and white flowers wherever she looked.

Romeo held Rosemary from behind, whispering in her ear, "I have a surprise for you."

A surprise?

This beautiful sea of flowers was already a surprise for her.

What other surprises could there be?

Romeo covered her eyes with one hand and held her waist with the other, whispering a countdown in her ear.

Counting down from three to one, he slowly let go.

Rosemary looked up to see thousands of butterflies dancing among the flowers.

So many butterflies?

Where did they come from?

Was it magic?

"Do you like it?"

It was something Romeo had prepared in advance; the colorful butterflies flew out of the bag, dancing in the beautiful sea of flowers like a beautiful painting.

"I love it." Rosemary’s eyes were filled with the beautiful view and happiness; she smiled, "I really love it."

"As long as you like it, I can catch them for you to see every day." Romeo held her even tighter.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t stay for dinner these two days.

Otherwise, he could have prepared another surprise for her and spent more time with her.

Rosemary spotted a transparent round glass house among the flowers with a top–notch crystal piano inside.

She could tell it was a well–known international piano brand, worth thirty million.

"Do you want to hear me play the piano?"

Rosemary walked into the glass house and played an improvised, beautiful piano piece for him.

Romeo watched her beautiful face as she played; her exquisite features softened his gaze even more.

Her slender fingers freely switching on the keys–every move, every expression–were incomparably beautiful,

After the song ended, Romeo leaned over and kissed her, saying, "That was beautiful."

He heard her voice in the song; she was happy at this moment.

Romeo sat down and said, "I’ll play one for you too."

Rosemary was somewhat surprised. He can play the piano too?

Watching his fingers dance nimbly on the keys, even though it was improvised, it sounded no less professional.

His piano skills surprised Rosemary slightly; this familiar feeling reminded her of the well–known piano prodigy from a few years ago, Mr. Star.

Mr. Star never showed his face when he played; only his hands were shown. They were lean and good–looking, but one could tell he was a young boy.

On the internet, there were only three videos of Mr. Star’s performances, one released each year.

Rosemary remembered every detail and every piano technique clearly.

Unfortunately, he stopped releasing videos a few years ago; his fans waited for years, the hype gradually faded, and then Melody became the new fan favorite.

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