Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 312

Chapter 312: Chapter 312

"So, the dosage has been reduced from 1 gram to 0.8 grams now." Rosemary guessed her expectation and gently said, "The frequency remains the same, and the taste is still a bit bitter. There won’t be much change."

"Alright, you’re so considerate, Rose." Under Phillip’s care, Shirley finished the medicine in the bowl. Then Brodie took the bowl away, and after a while, he brought another one.

"Phillip, this one’s for you."

It was the medicine Rosemary had previously prescribed for Phillip. It’s good for the heart, once a week. The moment Phillip smelled it, he frowned, but Rosemary was still here, so he plucked up the courage and said, "Rose’s meds just smell different. The taste is rich, and it’s so delicious! It’s really a treat, hahaha!"

Rosemary watched him finish it in one go, sympathy welling up at the bitterness in his eyes.

Beside them, Romeo smirked, "Delicious? I’ll have Rose make more for you to strengthen your body."

Phillip: Thank you very much!

"It’s getting late; take Rose home to rest." Phillip was afraid Rose might actually give him more meds, and then that would be the end of him.

Rosemary knew Phillip wanted them to leave and have their own time, so she smiled and said, "Well, grandma and grandpa, we’ll be heading off now. We’ll visit again when we have time."

Romeo’s eyes shifted, and his aura softened. She said "we." Since when did she include him in her plans, saying "we" more and more often?

"Rose means we’ll visit again next time." Romeo emphasized the word "we" and reminded Phillip, "Don’t pour the medicine away."

"Don’t badmouth me in front of Rose! I’ve never poured away any of Rose’s medicine."

"Really?" Romeo retorted, "That plant looks like it was scorched to death."

Phillip followed his gaze to the one–meter plant between the living room and the courtyard and stuttered, "That time I didn’t hold the bowl well, it spilled accidentally."

Admitted it??

"It’s all Brodie’s fault! The medicine he gave me was too hot, so I accidentally let go. Brodie, it’s your fault! Be careful next time."

Brodie: I’ve put up with too much over the years.

"Really, Rose, your medicine is so precious, so how could I pour it away? Every time I finish it, I want more!"

Romeo and Brodie were at a loss for words.

Rosemary tried not to laugh. "It’s fine, as long as you didn’t scald yourself."

"See, Rose cares about me!"

Romeo just set traps! Phew!! Let’s go quickly!

"We’re heading off." Romeo took Rosemary’s hand, his gaze softening as it landed on her.

After saying goodbye to grandma and grandpa, Rosemary got in the car, and after a while, Romeo got in too.

He took her hand, walking and talking, and said, "Mr. Eugene is always so proud. For him to invite you to play chess and look forward to your arrival, you must be really good at it, right?"

"It’s okay."

"So you won against Mr. Eugene, and he lost his cherished possession to you, which you gave to grandma!"

"How did you know?" Rosemary looked up, seeming surprised.

Romeo realized he had underestimated her. He didn’t expect her to be so good at chess.

"Is there anything you can’t do?" As soon as Romeo finished speaking, he leaned in close, teasing, "I know."

Rosemary: "What?"

Romeo looked at her lips, the breath of his words lightly falling on her lips: "You can’t kiss."

Romeo’s lips gently touched hers. "Like this, have you learned it?"

Rosemary lifted her eyelids and playfully asked, "You’re not even good at it yourself, and you have the nerve to teach me?"

"That’s because I haven’t had the chance to practice. Let’s see if you’ll give me the chance."

Rosemary: "What do you mean?"

Was he blaming her for not giving him more opportunities to practice kissing? She didn’t give him a chance, but he still got close, didn’t he?

At this moment, Romeo noticed there was another person outside the car. He rolled down his window and asked, "Anything else, grandpa?"

Phillip had been standing there for a while, witnessing everything.

"Nah, I’m good. Just out for a walk."

Taking a walk alone and leaving grandma at home, really?

"You guys carry on."

Phillip turned to leave. His wife had seen their car parked there for a long time without moving, thinking it was broken, and was about to come over to see if they needed a replacement. Turned out they were overthinking things! These two youngsters were just making out in the car.

Carl was tactful enough to find an excuse to get out of the car and leave them be.

As they hit the road, Rosemary felt some discomfort in her lower abdomen. Was it her period coming? Thinking about this, she told Carl in front, "Step on it."

"Huh?" Carl was a bit confused. "Ms. Rose, is there an emergency?"

"Mhm."

Sitting in the seat, Rosemary could feel something seeping out from below. Damn. Too late.

Romeo’s gaze fell on her. "What’s wrong?"

Was she tired and wanted to go home to rest, or did she suddenly remember something urgent she needed to handle? What could possibly need handling at this late hour?

Carl was still in the front, so it wasn’t convenient for Rosemary to say. When they arrived at Romeo’s mansion, Rosemary said, "Carl, you can catch a cab home."

At this late hour, could he even get a cab here? Although Carl responded respectfully, he couldn’t figure out Rosemary’s mood and felt a bit desolate inside. Ms. Rose was no longer that considerate little girl from before.

When he left to hail a cab, Rosemary told Romeo, "You get out first."

"Huh?" Romeo looked at her puzzled, noticing something was off. "Are you not feeling well?" Why would she want to stay in the car alone?

"I got my period." Rosemary was a bit embarrassed. "I’ve messed up your car."

So that’s what it was.

Romeo’s eyes softened. "It’s alright, it’s just a car. I’ll carry you in."

"No." Rosemary didn’t want to stain his clothes.

Romeo was amused by her, rarely seeing her like this: "Don’t worry, no one will see."

Derek and Gary were still in the mansion, and they should be resting by now.

Rosemary looked at his white shirt, still hesitating, when the next second, Romeo used his suit jacket to wrap around her waist and carried her out of the car.

Carl finally understood. So Ms. Rose wanted Mr. McMillan to carry her, but why did she want him to leave? Was she shy? But why would she tie a jacket around her waist in the hot summer?

As Carl was still pondering, Romeo shot him a glance, and he quickly averted his eyes, realizing he had been staring at Ms. Rose a bit too long. Surely Romeo didn’t think he was checking out Ms. Rose’s waist, right?!