Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 558

Making them writhe in agony without any detectable injury was something Dr. Bell could achieve with ease.

"Uncle Sampson noticed it too?" Rosemary couldn’t help but chuckle.

"They probably still can’t figure out what’s going on," Sampson laughed. His refined demeanor was juxtaposed with his easy charm.

"What do you think, Rose?" Sampson’s gaze landed on his niece.

Rosemary knew that many tycoons, in a bid to make their Christmas Eve and Christmas Day celebrations stand out, would hire experienced event organizers to create themes and decorations. Some would even go on vacations or splurge on exclusive luxury items to enjoy the perks of being wealthy.

Rosemary observed as the entire venue was transformed into a dreamy Christmas wonderland. All the maids were dressed as elves, and ballet dancers were entering from another door. It seemed a dance performance was on the cards for the evening.

"Pretty good."

Rosemary’s approval led to a hefty bonus for the event organizers.

The head organizer thanked her profusely, brimming with joy, before rushing off to manage the next segment of the event.

"Rose, dinner won’t be ready for another hour. Would you like to go back to your room and rest?" Sampson offered gently. "Or, I could have May show you around. We have a movie theater and game room here. Would you like to go and play?"

"I’m good. I’ll just look around on my own."

Rosemary placed her baseball cap on the couch, her attention inadvertently caught by the numerous Christmas trees around the room. free𝑤ebnovel.com

She could tell that every ornament on the trees was handcrafted and unique.

The stars at the top of the Christmas trees were made of dazzling diamonds—roughly a hundred in total.

Putting aside everything else, just one of these Christmas trees would cost more than $200,000.

And that’s not even mentioning other trees scattered around the room that had various styles and heights.

Rosemary then wandered into the garden, which was populated by seven or eight three-meter-tall toy soldiers, adding a touch of childlike gaiety to the setting. String lights adorned the plants, and there were beautiful ribbons, Christmas trees, and decorations everywhere.

Several maids were hustling around the garden.

They were pushing racks of neatly hung clothes, every piece without a wrinkle.

Rosemary’s beautiful face held a touch of confusion as she asked a passing maid, "What’s going on?"

"Ms. Rose!" The maid greeted her with utmost respect. "Mr. Griffith has picked out some more clothes, handbags, and shoes for you today, along with those from last night. They’ll be too much to carry, so he asked us to wash, iron, and send them straight to the plane. The plane will arrive at Reflections Villa tomorrow. The staff there will put everything in your wardrobe."

The maid smiled warmly. "We’ve ironed everything to ensure there are no wrinkles. Now we’re just counting and checking the styles to make sure nothing’s missing. Then they’ll be sent to the plane."

Rosemary was rendered speechless.

She hadn’t expected Sampson to buy her so much stuff today.

With so many clothes, shoes, and handbags—including those given by her parents and Romeo—even if she wore a different outfit every day, it would take her years to get through them all.

"Oh right, there are still more on their way. We’ll hurry up with the cleaning and ironing."

"He doesn’t have to do this." Rosemary felt somewhat guilty. "Sorry for the trouble. All these clothes would surely require a lot of manpower to clean and iron."

"No trouble at all. It’s our honor to iron clothes for you!" the maid laughed. "Mr. Griffith really spoils you. He truly cares for you."

"I know," Rosemary replied with a faint smile. "I can see that, and feel it."

"Ms. Collins, you’re a good person too. We’re glad you’re here and hope you’ll visit often."

Rosemary nodded. The maid bowed with a smile and returned to her tasks.

Looking up at the sky painted by the evening glow, Rosemary suddenly felt how wonderful it was to have a family.

After a while, all the lights suddenly went out, plunging the entire garden into darkness. Even the mansion was pitch black.

From a distance, a maid called out, "Did we use too much electricity and cause a power outage?"

Looking at the garden filled with twinkling lights—star lights, moon lights, lights of all shapes—Rosemary figured it was probably an overload causing a circuit breaker to trip.

While it was not yet completely dark, she decided to stroll around the garden a little longer. Suddenly, the entire garden and the villa lit up again, casting a warm light.

Joyful music came from the rock-shaped speakers. Seven Santas were dancing and singing cheekily, carrying red gift bags and walking towards Rosemary.

"We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year!"

As surprised as Rosemary was, she also felt touched, a smile spreading across her face.

The seven Santas sang and held hands, circling around her.

Outside the circle of Santas was a group of maids dressed as elves, also holding hands and singing.

After finishing the first song, they switched to another.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way, oh what fun it is to ride in a one-horse open sleigh."

They let go of each other’s hands, dancing joyfully in front of Rosemary.

Rosemary was amused by their performance. She recognized the seven Santas as her father, mother, uncle, Hunter, Chasel, Clark, and David.

How did they find the time to stand before her and surprise her like this?

Rosemary’s eyes started to well up.

When the music stopped, everyone shouted in unison, "Rose, Merry Christmas Eve, Merry Christmas! Are you surprised? Are you happy?"

Before Rosemary could respond, she was lifted and tossed into the air by her four brothers.

Their hands formed a safety net, catching Rosemary as she fell, and then tossing her up again.

"Okay, stop tossing her so high, you’re going to scare her! Put her down!" Louisa, fearing Rosemary might be frightened, hurriedly commanded.