Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Chapter 423

Who would’ve thought that for the sake of Rosemary, Romeo would even get the Shadow Council involved?

This was definitely true love.

The following morning, Serena was surprised to find two delivery men standing at her front door. After inquiring, she found out that Clark and Romeo had purchased a bunch of items for Rosemary the previous night, amounting to a whopping six large boxes—each one bearing the logo of a well-known boutique.

Serena was familiar with the prices at this boutique. Even a simple hairpin could cost several dozen dollars, due to its unique design and girly charm. It was no surprise that many of her friends liked to shop there.

While it was natural for Romeo, Rosemary’s fiancé, to occasionally shower her with small gifts, Serena couldn’t comprehend why Clark would buy Rosemary so many items.

This amount, coupled with the eighteen gifts Clark had given Rosemary when he last came home, exceeded the number of presents Serena had received from Clark over the years.

Feeling a surge of resentment, Serena headed to the dining area, where she saw Clark fussing over Rosemary. Her feelings of jealousy intensified.

"Serena, you’re awake. Here, have some milk," Clark said, pouring a glass of milk for her as he saw her enter the room, his face beaming with a smile.

"Clark, I don’t feel like having milk today," Serena responded, sitting down with a dejected expression.

"Do you want a sandwich? Maybe with some grated cheese, like old times?"

"No, Clark. I’d rather have some porridge."

Sensing Serena’s gloom, Rosemary looked up from her meal. In her eyes, Rosemary saw hostility.

"What’s wrong? Didn’t you sleep well?" Clark asked, serving Serena a bowl of oatmeal and placing it in front of her. "Who upset you?"

Serena remained silent, eating her oatmeal.

"Girls can be so hard to figure out," Clark said, smiling as he went to serve Rosemary another bowl. "Eat up, Rose."

Rosemary’s phone buzzed in the middle of breakfast. It was a video call invitation from her grandfather.

"Grandpa."

"Good morning, Rose. Are you having breakfast? Why do you always get up so early?"

On the other side of the video, Bernard, her grandfather, was smiling cheerfully with a pair of reading glasses perched on his nose. "Your grandma and I should be discharged from the hospital tomorrow. Can you come pick us up?"

"Sure," Rosemary responded gently. "I’ll be there to pick you both up tomorrow."

"Great, we’ll be waiting for you. Let your parents know, but if they’re busy, you can come alone."

Rosemary smiled. "Alright."

"Last night, I went through my phone’s photo album and finally found some landscape paintings I drew. They were inspired by your works. I’ve sent them to your WhatsApp. Have a look and feel free to critique."

"Okay."

"Well, finish your breakfast first. We’ll talk later."

As Bernard was ending the call, Cornelia said, "Don’t keep texting and calling Rose all the time. Let her enjoy her vacation."

"I just want to chat with her."

"Make sure she checks the pocket money I sent."

Bernard then said to Rosemary, "Rose, your grandma said she sent you some pocket money. Make sure you collect it. And about the pocket money I transferred to you last night—do you think it’s not enough?"

"No, Grandpa. I have my own money. It’s enough."

"That’s your money. This is a token of love from your grandma and me. You must accept it. If you don’t, it would mean you’re being formal with us."

Considering Serena was present, Rosemary could only respond, "Okay."

"Don’t forget to check, alright?"

Hmph, he was just pretending!

He’d promised to treat her like a sister, yet he bought so many things for Rosemary and hovered around her like a nanny!

Had Rosemary ever given him a second glance?

He didn’t even buy her a small gift last night—not even a hairpin!

At this moment, Martha, who had noticed the commotion, slowly walked upstairs and asked with concern, "Serena, are you crying?"

"I’m not." Serena wiped her tears away, still in a huff.

"Look outside."

Serena didn’t understand what was so interesting outside. When she looked, she saw Clark with a backpack, opening the car door for Rosemary. It looked like they were about to go out and have fun with Romeo.

"You’re up here crying, and they’re all happy—about to walk the glass skywalk. What does that tell you? Clark doesn’t care about your feelings."

Serena’s jealousy flared uncontrollably.

"Do you know what the maid found when she cleaned Ms. Rose’s room this morning?"

"What?" Serena asked, huffily.

"Clark’s personal black card, right on Ms. Rose’s desk. What does that tell you? Clark has given his personal black card to Ms. Rose!"

Martha added fuel to the fire. "Has Clark ever done that for you?"

Hearing this, Serena felt even worse.

"Never mind how much Clark earns each year—just his monthly dividends from the Collins Group are more than he can spend. And it’s all for Ms. Rose! Serena, they are real siblings. There’s a difference between you and a stranger with no blood relation."