Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 746 - 747

His excitement was palpable as he said, "Ms. Rosemary, you finally made it! Mr. Albright was waiting by the door, craning his neck to anticipate your arrival. Eventually, he got overwhelmed by all the guests cozying up to him and ducked out to his room. You just missed him by a whisker."

"Let him have his moment of peace. We’ll call him out once all the other seniors have arrived," Rosemary replied, understanding that such events could be exhausting for the elderly. She figured it would do him

some good to have a breather.

The butler noticed the rectangular box in Rosemary’s hands, about the size of two smartphones, and said with a smile, "Is that a birthday present for Mr. Albright? He’ll be thrilled to see it!"

Rosemary was about to hand over the gift to the butler when he added, "Better you give it to him personally. Nothing would make him happier than receiving it straight from your hands, Ms. Rosemary."

Rosemary nodded, "Alright, I’ll do that in a bit."

She walked in with the gift.

Serena eyed her, biting her lip in frustration. Damn it, she thought, Rosemary was dressed so simply, and yet she managed to draw the attention of many the moment she entered the room.

"She’s so pretty!" Lindsay couldn’t help but exclaim, "Why is she here alone? How could Mr. Albright invited such a young lady? What’s her story?"

Despite Serena’s meticulous effort to make herself look best, fragrant and polished from head to toe, she couldn’t outshine Rosemary’s radiant beauty.

Her face was cool and noble, and those clear, piercing eyes were impossible to look away from.

"She’s Romeo’s latest girlfriend," Serena suddenly revealed.

"What?" Lindsay gasped, covering her mouth in disbelief, glancing between Rosemary and Serena, stuttering in shock, "You mean?"

Serena nodded, confirming the unspoken.

Lindsay was utterly astounded, unable to believe that such an aloof-looking girl would be involved with someone else’s fiancé.

Pure wickedness!

Other ladies started gossiping as they noticed Rosemary.

"Who’s that girl? Why is she here alone?"

"And her outfit is so casual."

Everyone at the birthday party was dressed to the nines, hoping to catch the eye of the influential attendees, having spent considerable time on their attire.

Some flaunted limited-edition jewelry, others had their eyebrows meticulously crafted.

But Rosemary wore a simple, casual ensemble, effortlessly chic with her beauty and fair skin.

"Maybe she’s a servant’s daughter sneaking a peek at the high life?"

"But could a servant’s daughter have such poise?"

"Some of these maids get involved with the wealthy. It wouldn’t be surprising for them to have a daughter with some finesse. I think she looks like one of those girls out to snag a rich kid."

"Mr. Albright’s guests are all from the older generation. This girl isn’t accompanying any elder; she’s here on her own. Maybe I should go ask her!"

Roxanne approached first, her smile tinged with condescension, "Hi there, may I ask who you’re accompanying?"

Rosemary didn’t recognize the woman before her, but considering this was Grandpa Eugene’s birthday bash, she wasn’t sure how this woman was connected to him. She replied in a cool tone, "I came by myself."

Roxanne was visibly taken aback, "You didn’t come with a referral?"

"Do I need a referral to show up here?"

That was when Roxanne got the picture: this girl had no clue what a "referral" even was. Probably wasn’t formally asked to come, she thought.

"So, what’s your deal with Mr. Albright?" asked Roxanne nosily, "My granddad and Mr. Albright are best friends, which practically makes me just like Mr. Albright’s granddaughter. That’s how I got to score an invite to his birthday bash. And you? How do you know Mr. Albright?"

Rosemary was puzzled, could anyone claim to be Grandpa Eugene’s granddaughter like that? freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Well, I guess that makes me like his granddaughter too."

If any Jane Doe could be Grandpa Eugene’s "granddaughter", why not her?

"You??" Roxanne bristled, "Your granddad’s pals with Mr. Albright? Which venerable old gent might that be? Do I know him?"

"Nope, you don’t," Rosemary cut the conversation short and moved on.

"What’s with her attitude?" Roxanne muttered to Phyllis, feeling slighted, "She says she’s like Mr.Albright’s granddaughter?"

"Ridiculous. Everyone knows Mr. Albright doesn’t just make granddaughters out of thin air. At least your granddad’s an actual friend of his. Not like her, can’t even say who invited her, probably scared of

revealing too much, trying to bluff her way through. I smell trouble."

Phyllis always trusted in her own beauty, but seeing Rosemary, she felt an unwelcome sting of rivalry.

Could it be that Rosemary’s face was the product of a surgeon’s craft?

After all, could such a naturally beautiful face even exist?

Back in school, it was Phyllis who prided herself on her looks, never expecting to be overshadowed.

When Rosemary reached the main building, it was just as expected - the table was laid with all her favorite treats.

She picked up a pastry and was just about to take a bite when her phone buzzed. Taking it out, she saw a string of messages from a group of her grandpa and his friends.

Grandpa Eugene, [Wondering what’s keeping Rose. She hasn’t replied to my messages. Maybe she’s caught up in something urgent tonight and can’t make it.]

Nelson. [LOL. Why do I suddenly feel like laughing?]

Beck. [If she can’t make it, she can’t make it. You’re not only living for this year, you know. There will be more birthdays. We’re not getting any younger, why so sentimental? If not today, there’s always

tomorrow.]

Grandpa Eugene. [Would you be this cavalier if Rose missed your birthday?]

Beck. [Exactly, because it’s not my birthday, I can afford to be cheeky! Don’t be down, I’m on my way to cheer you up. Wait for me!]

Grandpa Eugene. [Who needs you.]

Exiting the chat, he checked his WhatsApp and saw Rosemary still hadn’t replied. The network must be patchy where she is, he thought, and then he fired off another message.

"Pumpkin, where are you? Haven’t been to the estate in a while, huh? Forgot the way? If you’re nearby,

let your granddad pick you up!"

Reading the message, Rosemary almost laughed.

She was about to reply when a new message from Charles popped up.

[Rose, are you already there, just letting Eugene stew a bit? Take my advice, make him wait a little longer. The old man needs to learn patience, always huffing and puffing...at his age, he should be taking it easy.]

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