Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Chapter 34

Romeo sat down next to Rosemary, holding her hand tightly and handing her the menu. "What would you like to eat?" Rosemary took a gander at the menu, picked a few dishes haphazardly, Romeo padded the order with a bunch more. As the manager ducked out of the room, Rosemary arched an eyebrow,

"Mind letting go now?"

Romeo asked demurely and seriously, "Can we hold it a little longer? Just for a moment... It’s a sight for sore eyes during the day too, I’ll bring you here next time, alright?"

Rosemary stayed mum. After a beat, the manager waltzed in with a few chefs, dishes in tow.

At lunch today, Romeo had taken note of the dishes Rosemary didn’t touch, and the ones she seemed to fancy, so he had a rough idea of her taste and ordered accordingly.

"All this grub, you think you can polish it off?" Rosemary eyed the spread, a good twenty dishes laid out before them.

"Slow and steady." Romeo’s one hand was still holding hers, the other serving her dishes.

"Can I have my hand back now?"

If he didn’t let go, she wouldn’t be able to eat!

Romeo smoothly let go of her right hand, only to deftly snag her left one.

Rosemary was speechless.

"Are you sure we’re eating like this?" Rosemary was not used to this arrangement.

"Yup."

"Romeo, I think we need to rap."

"Let’s finish eating first." Romeo peeled a shrimp perfectly, picking it up and presenting it to her,

"Wanna try?"

"Just leave it here, I’ll eat it myself."

Seeing her start to talk, Romeo popped the shrimp right into her mouth.

Rosemary shot him a warning look, but Romeo didn’t get ruffled. He looked back at her with a soft gaze,

"How is it?"

"Yuck!"

The foreign chef nearby nearly had a heart attack, stuttering in broken English, "Which dish didn’t suit your palate? Just say the word, I’ll fix it right away."

"I was talking about the person, not the food."

The foreign chef was a tad confused, unsure what she was on about.

"You guys can go."

Once Romeo spoke, the chefs and the manager beat a hasty retreat, practically fleeing the scene.

"Pissed?" Romeo looked at the girl before him tenderly, "I guess I got ahead of myself."

"Can you sit across from me?"

In other words, can you give me some space?

"I wanna sit with you."

Faced with Romeo’s earnest expression, Rosemary was at a loss for words.

Finally, they finished eating, the lights in the restaurant dimmed, the ceiling opened up, revealing the beautiful night sky.

Back when Attlee and Olga were still trying to get their business off the ground, they barely made it home, always hustling. It was Grace who kept her company through those sleepless nights.

The countryside back then was just as star–studded as now.

But the people and events of the past are now but distant memories.

A violinist took his position in a corner of the room and started playing some romantic tunes.

As the music faded, the night sky lit up with brilliant fireworks. Rosemary looked up at the display, while Romeo kept his gaze fixed on her.

Her eyes were extra bright under the glow of the fireworks, but upon closer look, she seemed a bit melancholic.

Romeo wanted to take another look, but her melancholy had vanished, just like the fireworks in the sky, leaving no trace behind.

Under the alternating brightness and darkness of the fireworks, Rosemary’s beauty was striking. Her aristocratic and icy demeanor was like the radiant moon, incomparable.

"Did you arrange all of this?" Rosemary looked up at the fireworks.

"Yes." Romeo wasn’t sure if the aloof Rosemary liked all of this, "Do you prefer doctors now, or those who didn’t study medicine?"

Rosemary found it amusing and deliberately said, "Doctors are better, they’re practical and useful."

Was she implying that he wasn’t practical and only knew how to prepare useless stuff?

After a while, the ceiling slowly closed and the lights in the box gradually brightened.

When the lights in the entire box were fully restored, the violinist nearby lowered her head to give thanks and was about to leave when she accidentally saw Rosemary and was taken aback. Wasn’t

Rosemary her half–teacher?

Rosemary had once taught her some violin knowledge, but never officially took her as a disciple. She didn’t expect to meet her here!

Rosemary didn’t expect the violinist she had painstakingly taught for half a month to play so terribly...

She had been wondering where they found such a disappointing violinist.

"Do you know her?" Romeo saw Rosemary looking at the violinist.

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