Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 652

Chapter 652: Chapter 652

"I haven’t asked who the hero who saved you is." Romeo’s eyes twinkled as he glanced at the passenger seat.

"My name is Gordon. I’m Mr. Bard’s servant, tasked with ensuring Ms. Rose’s safety."

"Gordon," Romeo repeated his name. "You risked your life today to protect my fiancée. I appreciate that. You must come to our wedding feast."

Gordon was speechless.

"I’ll have an invitation sent to you."

At this, Rosemary jabbed him with her elbow, her eyes flashing a warning. Would he ever drop it?

"Thank you for the invitation, Mr. Romeo. I’ll be there on time. I wish you and Ms. Rose a lifetime of happiness and unity in advance."

"Thank you," Romeo said, turning to the girl in his arms.

She seemed used to his childishness and jealousy, not bothering to entertain him, and handed the pill bottle in her pocket to the man in the passenger seat.

"Take it twice a day. You can stop after three days."

Gordon was taken aback, his eyes dimming again in gratitude. "Thank you, Ms. Rose."

The rain was heavy just now. Rosemary’s hoodie was slightly wet. Romeo took out a tissue to wipe it off for her and draped a blanket from the car over her.

This blanket was specially prepared for Rosemary.

"Sleep on me for a while. We’re not there yet." Romeo volunteered to be her pillow, allowing the girl to adjust herself comfortably.

"I’ll stay in Dawnstar for a few more days this time. Call me if you need anything."

"Mm." Rosemary responded lazily.

"Let me know if there are places you want to visit or food you want to try."

"Mhm. Did you have to fight a lot just now? Is your hand sore? Let me massage it for you," Romeo offered again.

Listening to their conversation, Gordon felt even more bitter.

His love seemed to have come and gone.

Half an hour later

The car stopped at the entrance of the mansion. Romeo got out of the car, holding an umbrella for Rosemary.

"You should rest early. I’ll come see you tomorrow when I have time."

"Okay."

Although Romeo was reluctant to leave, he handed the umbrella over to her.

Watching her and Gordon each holding an umbrella and walking into the mansion, Romeo stood for a while before getting into the car to leave.

Inside the mansion

Bard was sitting on the sofa, looking up with a gentle gaze as his niece returned.

"Rose, Carl just brought Elliot and his men here. He told me you’re dating Romeo from the McMillian family, and he ran all the way from Solterra for you and helped you catch these guys."

"Yes." Rosemary was surprised that Carl had arrived before they did.

Bard motioned for his niece to sit down, asking gently, "When did you two get together? Your mother never mentioned it."

Rosemary answered honestly, "Not long after I returned to the Collins family."

"So, the engagement is no longer with Serena?"

"It’s with me."

Bard nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "To have Romeo stand up for you and come all this way on your behalf—it just goes to show how deep your bond is."

Off to the side, Gordon’s eyes dimmed with a tinge of jealousy. The car ride earlier nearly suffocated him with their display of affection.

"Besides this, how has he been treating you in private?" Bard inquired, peering at his niece with concern.

He had heard a thing or two about Romeo’s reputation and worried that his innocent and kind-hearted niece might be at a disadvantage.

"Like, does he treat you differently than others? Is he loyal to you? Can he resist temptations from the outside world? Does he take extra care of you in daily life? Is he willing to change for you? Can he sense your moods and provide the utmost understanding and share your troubles?"

"He does all of that," Rosemary assured with conviction, surprising her uncle a bit.

"He not only invests emotionally, but he also goes out of his way to support my career. He takes care of the smallest details in our life, always puts me first, and strives to be the best—not wanting to disappoint me. He gives me a sense of security and wants to be by my side, no matter the circumstance."

Bard hadn’t expected his niece to hold Romeo in such high regard. It seemed the two were truly devoted to each other.

He chuckled. "This is the first time I’ve heard you praise someone like this. It looks like he’s doing a great job. I can rest easy now. Once all this mess is over, bring him over to the house, and we’ll properly thank him."

"And please, Uncle Bard, don’t forget about Gordon. He got hurt earlier trying to protect me."

Gordon, overhearing the mention of his name, felt an unexpected flutter in his heart.

"Are you injured?" Bard turned his attention to Gordon, now understanding why he’d looked pale and under the weather since arriving.

"It’s nothing serious, sir. Ms. Rose has already treated it, and Mr. Romeo helped too," Gordon reassured.

"You should go back and rest."

"Sir, we still haven’t gotten to the bottom of Mr. Elliot’s case."

"That can wait. Let him stew for a bit longer."

Bard intended to make Mr. Elliot sweat.

"Go on back. Rose and I have more to discuss."

Once Gordon had excused himself, Bard had Rosemary sip some hot tea before they went down to the basement to confront Mr. Elliot.

In the basement

Seeing them approach, Mr. Elliot struggled desperately. "Sir, please, I beg you to spare my family. I’ll tell you everything I know!"

Someone brought over a chair for Bard, and he sat down, expressionless, as he questioned the captive.

"Do you remember, a few years back, same kind of weather. We were on a business trip to the Gatlin Mountains, and we were ambushed. You risked your life to save me. Was that deliberate, or did you genuinely want to save me?"

Mr. Elliot, tears streaming down, admitted with shame, "Back then, I indeed wanted to earn your trust."

"So, every time you ’saved’ me, every task you did on my behalf—was it all just to deliver a fatal blow when the time was right?"

"I was just following orders. Sir, I confess. It was me who placed Bowen, Arthur, and those four maids inside the house to seize the opportunity to kill Mr. Darren and you. It was Alexander of Mafia Rock who ordered me to do it!"

Bard remained silent, his thoughts unreadable.

"Sir, I have a secret, worth the lives of my entire family. You’ll definitely want to know this secret! It’s about your wife."

At the mention of his wife, Bard’s gaze sharpened.

"Let my family go, and I’ll tell you everything I know, including where your wife is!"

Bard’s emotions roiled. Could it be possible that his wife was still alive?

How could that be?

"You better start talking," one of Bard’s men threatened, gripping Mr. Elliot’s throat tighter.

Mr. Elliot, bound by ropes, was nearly gasping for air.