Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 560

"Rose, this is my gift to you: a private yacht."

The yacht boasted a gigantic helicopter pad, hundreds of rooms, a movie theater capable of accommodating hundreds of guests, two swimming pools, an oversized garage—and the list went on.

The interior decoration was luxurious and beautiful, with a total value of 20 million dollars.

"Thank you, Hunter." Rosemary accepted the gift but felt overwhelmed by its extravagance.

"Rose, this is a small token from me and Myrna." Chasel stepped forward, handed Rosemary a gift box, his gaze filled with adoration and warmth.

Inside the box was the deed to a private jet, bearing Rosemary’s name.

"All the paperwork, including the registration, airworthiness certificate, radio station license, and insurance, have all been taken care of." Chasel’s gaze was affectionate as he gently explained, "The interior of the plane was decorated by Myrna. You should love it."

"Thank you, Chasel and Myrna."

"I originally wanted to get you a yacht but thought it might be too oversized. So, I went for a custom yacht instead. It comes with a missile defense system, armored protection, a laser system to prevent paparazzi from taking unauthorized photos, and all guest rooms are fitted with bulletproof glass. It’s very safe." fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Given his sister’s status, Clark specifically customized this yacht for her safety.

Don’t be fooled by the smaller size of the yacht compared to the cruise ship; it’s worth a fortune, and the operating cost was jaw-dropping.

He leaned in to whisper in Rosemary’s ear, "It’s also from Carol."

"Thank you."

Since Carol hadn’t been introduced to the family, Rosemary hadn’t thanked her in person.

"Rose, my gift might seem a bit mundane to you." David handed over a gift box. "But these are my treasures."

Inside the box were keys to three sports cars, along with their documentation.

One was a Hennessey Venom GT—one of only ten in the world—worth seven million dollars.

The second was an SSC Tuatara, worth five million dollars.

The third was a custom Aston Martin, also worth five million dollars.

"These three cars are my favorites. I haven’t driven them even once since buying them."

He treasured them greatly.

But now he was handing them over to his sister because he believed she would look cooler driving them than he ever could.

"Thank you, David."

"As long as you like them, I will get you more in the future."

David had just put his arm over his sister’s shoulder when the other brothers swatted his hand away.

"Back off!"

Suddenly, the night sky lit up with dazzling fireworks.

"Rose, look!"

These fireworks were specially customized for her by her brothers, bearing various messages:

"Welcome home."

"Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas."

"Rose, be happy."

"Stay healthy and safe."

Although these were common blessings, they held special meaning for Rosemary.

Because Rosemary loved marigolds, many of the fireworks burst into the pattern of these flowers.

There was a young woman standing amidst a field of sunflowers.

Gazing at the spectacular fireworks, many of the maids were taken aback.

"Ms. Collins is truly blessed to have such a loving family around her."

In the grand finale of the firework display, scenes of five brothers and a sister were depicted:

One brother holding an umbrella for the sister,

Another bending down to tie her shoelaces,

One making her laugh,

Another presenting her with a bouquet,

And the last one wielding a sword, seemingly protecting her.

The images vanished quickly with the smoke in the night sky, but Rosemary’s heart was deeply touched.

"Thank you, Hunter, Chasel, Clark, David," Rosemary added, "and Sean."

"Why thank him? We just included him to make up the numbers," said David, causing Rosemary to burst into laughter.

"All right, let’s not stand around here. Let’s go eat," Sampson suggested with a smile. "Tonight’s wine is personally selected by Rose."

"Really? Then I’ll drink it all. None of you can fight me for it," declared David.

"Do you think you can handle it?" Hunter chuckled. "Don’t frighten Rose by getting drunk."

"Hunter, how could you belittle me in front of Rose? Last time it was the vodka that made me... you know!"

As everyone walked towards the house, joking and laughing, Rosemary quietly retreated to Clark’s side, and queried in a low voice, "Clark, you are here. What about Carol?"

"I’ve left a few trusted people to watch over her. If something happens, they’ll call me. After dinner, I’ll go back."

"But there’s a 12-hour time difference delay from here."

By the time he returned, Christmas Eve would be over.

"Before I came here, I spent the evening with her," Clark said, affectionately ruffling his sister’s hair. "Thanks to the time difference, when I return, I’ll just be in time to celebrate Christmas with her."

There would be nothing to miss in this way.

"I’m worried about you taking these non-stop trips like this."

"I’m more than happy to spend time with both you and Carol. I don’t mind the travel at all," Clark reassured her, seemingly knowing what she was thinking. "What about Romeo? Hasn’t he come to see you?"

"I was wondering where Rose has been," said David, suddenly appearing between them and deliberately separating them. "What were you two talking about?"

"Nothing," Clark and Rosemary said in unison.

David looked surprised, as if they had prearranged their answer.

Even the dessert, including the tarts, was shaped like reindeer, with ruby noses. Each one cost $100,000.

After-dinner fruits were also Christmas-themed.

Everyone sat down to eat, making toasts. The atmosphere was warm and happy.

Not far from the villa, Romeo parked his car, surrounded by snow-covered trees. He stood among the snow; the spotless white contributed to a picturesque scene.

Concerned, his driver opened an umbrella over Romeo’s head. Unaware of the situation, he wondered who Mr. McMillian was waiting for.

Romeo had just watched a grand fireworks display and knew that Rose was happy, surrounded by her family, so he didn’t text her. Instead, he quietly waited.

"Mr. McMillian, did you make an appointment with a business partner? Why don’t we wait in the car?"

It was too cold outside.

The driver was shivering despite his warm suit.

Romeo, looking at the brightly lit villa in the distance, replied softly, "No, it’s okay. Get back in without me."

He wanted to look a little longer, wait a little more.

Rose had promised to spend time with him today—even if it was just a bit while.