Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 392

Chapter 392: Chapter 392

At that moment, Jennifer suddenly had a thought and couldn’t help asking, "Rose, you’re not Evarose, are you?"

At her words, Rosemary felt all eyes turn to her.

"The handwriting on the blessing you wrote for George is just like Evarose’s." Jennifer knew her pretty daughter-in-law had a lot of aliases, and she could accept even one more.

Now, her eyes were filled with anticipation and a little certainty.

"What blessing?" Phillip and Shirley were puzzled, not knowing what Jennifer was talking about.

"It was last night. Rose wrote a blessing for George and signed it."

Jennifer explained, then nudged George with her elbow and raised an eyebrow. "Isn’t that right?"

"Yes." George immediately pulled out his notebook for everyone to see.

The author was Mirabelle.

The handwriting was graceful and imposing.

Romeo, who had seen this lady’s writing in private, could confirm that these characters were penned by her.

But she was Evarose.

He hadn’t expected that.

"Really?" Jennifer looked at Rosemary expectantly.

Knowing she couldn’t keep her alias a secret any longer, Rosemary could only nod in admission.

Seeing this, Jennifer was even more delighted. "I knew she was Evarose! I really guessed it right!"

George couldn’t believe that the calligraphy master Evarose, whom he had always admired, was his own daughter-in-law.

A strong feeling of joy and shock surged in his heart.

"The prescription Rose wrote last night, and this blessing, whether it’s the size of the characters or the strength of the strokes, they’re all the same as Evarose’s. I really guessed it right."

Jennifer was both happy and surprised, wondering how this little girl had managed to cultivate so many skills, any one of which could be praised.

"I also like Evarose’s writing, but I never thought Evarose would be Rose." Phillip was surprised and burst into laughter. This coincidence was really amazing.

"These characters are written so well." Shirley generously praised, "Rose, you’re really outstanding, truly excellent."

"George, you said you were going away for a few days, so why don’t I keep these six works for you? It would be such a pity if they got damaged." Phillip started to eye his son’s gift.

George quickly hugged the six original works of Evarose in his arms and smiled calmly. "Dad, don’t worry, I already have a place in mind for these six works."

"They’ll get dusty if you hang them up; better keep them in my safe; it’s both safer and cleaner."

"Dad, I have a safe too."

"You can’t always be guarding the safe. Unlike me, I can open it and look every day. What if they get stolen? I think Rose’s works would be best kept with me."

George was frustrated and could only turn to Shirley with a pleading look.

Shirley gave her husband a reproachful look and laughed. "This is a gift from your daughter-in-law to your son; what are you thinking! Didn’t Rose also give you a gift?"

Rosemary smiled and said, "Sure." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Brodie was used to it and even wore a smile. "Yeah, yeah, it’s all my fault."

"What did Rosemary gift you?" Phillip moved closer to his wife while waiting for the dishes, eager to take a peek at the gift box in her hand.

Shirley tucked away the gift box, not letting him see. "We’re about to eat; let’s check it out after dinner."

"Let’s take a quick look." Phillip was curious to know if there were any calligraphy or painting works inside.

Shirley refused and handed the gift box to Brodie for safekeeping.

Phillip glared at Brodie.

Brodie was also in a bind. "Sorry, Phillip, but Shirley’s the boss in this house. You can check it out after the meal!"

Phillip was a bit disappointed.

After a while, he couldn’t help but ask his son, "You mentioned that Rosemary drew a painting for me. Where is it?"

George looked a bit deflated. "Didn’t I ask Mr. Brodie to give it to you when we got home last night?"

Phillip was too busy blaming them for their frequent world tours and rare home visits to notice what the gift was. Now he was filled with curiosity. "Can you tell me what Rose drew?"

He was dying to see it!

"I have a photo of it on my phone." At this point, George seemed to remember something, took out his phone, opened his gallery, and let his father take a look.

Just one glance, and Phillip was deeply impressed by the artistic conception and technique of the painting.