Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 741 - 742

Once on board the plane, Romeo was still basking in bliss.

He sliced apples for Rosemary, holding her close, feeding her piece by piece.

As she listened to him reminisce about his childhood, Rosemary learned of the strict upbringing he endured as the heir to his family’s fortune — enduring hardships and witnessing the cutthroat nature of high society.

Feuds were commonplace among the elite; siblings turned against each other, and marriages fell apart — all in the name of competition.

From vying for attention as children to battling for wealth as adults, if direct confrontation failed, they resorted to underhanded tactics.

And then, there was the endless one-upmanship — from comparing spouses and children to flaunting designer clothes and extravagant parties.

Having seen it all, and surrounded by people who were either deferential or fawning, Romeo never knew true intimacy until he met Rosemary.

He looked down at the girl snuggled in his arms, his eyes softened as he continued to feed her.

"You’ve never really talked about your childhood."

Rosemary dredged up her memories.

"Do you remember when we first met? You took me out to La Belle Vie, with its retractable roof for stargazing? That night reminded me of those days I spent as a kid."

Rosemary uttered blandly,

"When I was young, Attlee and Olga were always busy, and it was Grannie Grace who spent countless nights with me. Those star-filled evenings were just like that night we had dinner. Attlee and Olga never prepared any surprises for me. It wasn’t until I returned to the Collins family that I discovered how naturally and freely family can express their love.

"Attlee and Olga didn’t even have time to be with me, let alone take me outside to play. It was you who took me to the biggest amusement park in Summerfield, allowing me to relive my childhood."

Romeo chuckled, reminiscing.

"Back then, to get closer to you, I rode the carousel with you on the same horse, and we took so many photos that I’ve kept on my phone. And during that haunted house visit, there were those ’assassins’ after me."

"Those goons were no match for you," Rosemary said. She had been baffled at the time, wondering where those people got the nerve to take the job.

Romeo talked with her about the past until she fell asleep in his arms. He gently carried her to her room and tucked her in.

The plane soon landed at Reflections Villa.

Serena hadn’t quite made her mark when she saw Romeo’s plane arrive, feeling a twinge of jealousy.

"My darling, you’re finally back."

Louisa hadn’t seen her beloved daughter for days and embraced her tightly.

"How was your stay with your uncle and aunt? Settling in alright?"

"They were so kind to me, and my grandparents adored me," Rosemary replied obediently. "The meals were always to my liking."

Louisa’s affection for her grew with her docile demeanor.

"Your aunt has been singing your praises! We wouldn’t have known that you are the one who founded the Ar-Bl-Clear Group if it wasn’t for her. You’re juggling so much; these years must have been exhausting."

"Romeo’s here too."

Kenneth smiled, patting Romeo’s shoulder.

"Thanks for bringing Rose home. I heard from Bard that you went out of your way to Dawnstar for Rose. Good lad. It eases my mind knowing she’s under your care."

"It’s no trouble at all. I’m grateful for the opportunity to bring Rose back," Romeo replied politely.

"You must stay for dinner tonight," Kenneth insisted warmly. "Rose was new to Dawnstar, a stranger in town, but luckily you were there. Anyway, let’s not chat out here in the cold. Let’s go inside."

"Yes, let’s head inside, Romeo. I’ve got some snacks and drinks ready for you guys. Come on in," Louisa said warmly, linking arms with Rosemary as they walked, chatting with Romeo about their memories in Dawnstar and reminding Rosemary to check in with her uncle.

The coffee table was adorned with an assortment of pastries, coffee, and tea.

"Rose, your mom made all these. They might not look like much, but I’ve tasted them, and they’re pretty decent," Kenneth said with a smile, picking up a plate of the best-looking lemon bars and presenting them to Romeo and Rosemary. "Give them a try."

"And we’ve got some lavender shortbread too!"

Louisa reached for another plate of treats. But before she could bring it over, Kenneth intercepted,

"Let the kids try the lemon bars first."

"Why not let them try the shortbread too?"

"They can have a piece later on."

"They could have a bite of the lemon bars and then the shortbread. It won’t hurt."

"There’s no rush."

Despite Kenneth’s cheerful demeanor, Rosemary could tell from his expression that the lavender shortbread might not be up to par.

"Then how about trying my rose puffed pastry?"

Louisa brought over another plate of sweets.

Once again, Kenneth took over, saying,

"Let them finish the lemon bars first, no hurry. Romeo, Rose, how are they? The texture’s alright, isn’t it?"

Rosemary found the treat a bit tough to swallow but nodded anyway.

"Sure."

Romeo also offered praise.

"Delicious, with a unique twist from Mrs. Collins."

"Really? I managed to put a personal spin on lemon bars?"

Louisa’s joy was evident, and she didn’t forget to serve her homemade fruit tea.

"Try this. I cut every piece of fruit myself. See if it’s to your liking."

"She’s been a bit idle at home these days and stumbled upon some videos on her phone about moms getting creative with their kids’ meals. She felt like she wasn’t doing enough for her kids, so she’s been experimenting with recipes, turning everyone at home into guinea pigs," Kenneth explained.

Some of the staff had initially suffered some digestive repercussions — better left unsaid.

Rosemary took a sip of the fruit tea and almost choked. She nodded.

"It’s not bad. There’s still room for improvement."

Louisa looked expectantly at Romeo.

After taking a sip, Romeo finally understood the expression Rosemary had earlier. He chuckled.

"It’s quite the melange — distinctive and refreshing."

"Really?" Louisa took a sip herself. "At first, I thought something was off."

"Maybe there’s a bit too much lemon."

All three said in unison, then glanced at each other. Kenneth quickly smoothed things over.

"It must be that the recipe writer didn’t specify the exact quantity to use."

"But they did. They said one slice of lemon was enough. I just thought Rose loved lemon water, so I added a bit more."

Rosemary was touched that her mother remembered her preferences, her gaze softening once more.

"Rose, from now on, I will make you delicious food more often."

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