Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 785 - 786

Chapter 785: Chapter 786

"Hey everyone, I’m David."

The moment David’s voice rang out, the arena erupted in shrieks of excitement once again.

The stage lighting was a cascade of brilliance, with fireworks bursting forth, igniting the atmosphere as the fans’ cheers filled the air.

David smiled with a tender indulgence, "I’m so thrilled to see all of you here at my concert tonight."

The crowd went wild again, every soul vibrating with excitement and joy.

"I see quite a few familiar faces in the audience—big thanks for showing up. And to my die-hard fans, I know some of you have been waiting outside for hours in the cold. Next time, don’t come so early,

okay?"

His words instantly warmed the hearts of the crowd, leaving many with a lump in their throat, moved by his genuine and unpretentious words.

"Tonight, I’ve got something extra special to share with you all. My little sister’s out there in the audience, hearing me live for the first time."

He said this, his gaze softening as he looked towards Rosemary in the crowd.

The audience was abuzz with excitement, some even started to look around, wondering who David’s "little sister" was.

Only a few knew he had a sister named Serena, but most were in the dark, only aware that this girl was lucky enough.

Hannah, beside herself with excitement, nudged Alma, "Is he talking about you? He seemed to look our way. How did he know you’d be here? Did you tell him? Oh my God, he really dotes on you!!"

Alma clearly saw David’s gaze land on Rosemary, which suggested Rosemary held a place in his heart even more dear than Serena.

Blood ties, after all, carried a weight that nothing else could match.

But Hannah didn’t know Rosemary, or about her existence, so she mistook David’s words and gaze as being meant for Alma.

"Hope you all have a blast tonight and leave with hearts full of joy."

The arena’s music kicked back in, with one of David’s hit singles—"Fire".

He launched into a cool dance routine that had the entire crowd screaming in a frenzy, instantly setting the place on fire.

David sang and danced with impeccable skill. His enunciation, tone, moves, and expressions were flawless.

At the climax of "Fire," the stage was graced by surprise guests, as spotlights converged on four heartthrobs from the hot boy band—KING!

They joined David in the dance, matching his moves and lyrics, each one’s charisma sending the fans into a screaming rapture.

The atmosphere peaked!

Behind them, a giant screen provided a stunning visual experience.

The sea of glow sticks waved by the crowd looked like a blue ocean, offering a breathtaking visual sensation.

In the entire music industry, only a handful of artists could generate this level of fervor.

Rosemary watched David, who shone like a star on the stage. Romeo gazed at her profile, captivated, while Alma watched Romeo, noticing the adoration and indulgence in his eyes as he looked at

Rosemary.

The song was a gift from Rosemary to David, penned under her songwriting alias, Melody. She’d crafted the melody and scribbled the lyrics in a rush of inspiration, fashioning a hit that seemed to fit David like a glove.

David had a hunch it would be a smash the moment he read through it. But even he hadn’t anticipated the wildfire, it would become online. Since its release, the track had topped the charts for weeks on end,

shattering records set by music legends of the year.

So when David kicked off his concert with that very song, Rosemary wasn’t the least bit surprised. She watched, earnest and tender, as he owned the stage.

As the final notes of "Fire" rang out, spotlights beamed down on the members of his boy band, each one popping with an electrifying new dance routine.

Meanwhile, David had descended beneath the stage on an elevator to change. When the dance break ended and the lights dimmed on the dancers, a single bright beam spotlighted David, now seated at a

pristine white piano that slowly rose from the depths of the stage. The crowd went wild, their screams filling the air.

Nobody expected such a quick costume change, nor for him to return so composed. His voice was perfection, each lyric sung with a clarity that was simply flawless.

His next song was "With Me," one of his signature pieces, written for his fans just a year prior.

Seated at the piano, he was the picture of a refined prince, his fingers dancing over the keys in tribute to the years of support and encouragement his fans had given him.

His voice, more captivating than any instrument, was a melody so beautiful it could make ears sing with joy.

On the giant screen, snippets of David’s rise to stardom played. The crowd of fans at the airport grew with each clip, and the shy, timid boy transformed into the internationally renowned superstar that now held the world’s gaze.

Many fans sang along to "With Me," tears streaming down their faces, especially when recalling the time David fell off the stage and, despite his injury, comforted the distraught fans who had come to his

aid.

It was a heartwarmingly kind gesture.

On his birthday, fans would craft handmade gifts with love and care – doodles, love letters, video edits,paper cuttings – simple tokens of heartfelt wishes, not showered in extravagance.

David didn’t just take photos and sing with them. He playfully mingled, even giving each fan a parting gift. Inside were handwritten thank-you notes and autographed photos, along with special little mementos that moved many to tears on the spot.

Watching these moments, Rosemary felt as though she had grown alongside the fans, a part of David’s journey.

Offstage, David was like a cheery, warmhearted elder brother, and his fans were the adoring sisters he doted on.

The more Rosemary watched, the prouder and warmer she felt, proud to have such a brother.

It was clear that "With Me," written for his fans, was a song from the heart – its lyrics healing and warm, the melody profoundly touching, a true expression of David’s gratitude.

In the cutthroat world of entertainment, where some stars sought to stoke their fame with fan fervor while keeping them at arm’s length, despising their devotion, David stood apart. He genuinely cared for

and cherished his fans.

A thought struck Rosemary, prompting her to send a WhatsApp message to Jossie, telling her about the tea she’d left on David’s makeup table. They were specially prepared for him, meant to soothe his

throat.

Jossie, who was backstage watching David’s performance, quickly replied, [Thanks, Rose. David would be thrilled to know how thoughtful you are.]

She added a cute emoji at the end.

Rosemary’s gaze softened as she continued to watch David play the piano, his voice serenading the audience with each note.