Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 401

Chapter 401: Chapter 401

"Who arrives for a proposal so casually? But Rose has really won me over," Jennifer said, adding with a chuckle, "And not just me - George is quite taken with her too."

"Jennifer is spot on with that. It’s not just us, even the elders at home are quite fond of her. She’s smart, beautiful, modest, and talented. She’s an artist, calligrapher, pianist, and brand founder. Honestly, the list just goes on," George laughed.

Jennifer chimed in, "And I heard she topped the national college entrance examination! Louisa, you and Kenneth certainly know how to raise a brilliant child!"

Kenneth and Louisa were taken aback. An artist and calligrapher? When did this happen? Why didn’t they know?

"You said Rose is an artist?" Kenneth couldn’t help but ask.

"Calligrapher?" Louisa was equally surprised.

After their questions, they both turned their gaze towards Rosemary, who was coming downstairs, in complete astonishment. When did their daughter acquire these new talents?

Rosemary hadn’t expected to be revealed as soon as she came downstairs after her shower, let alone that George and Jennifer would arrive early. She politely greeted everyone present.

"Rose, you’re here!" Jennifer’s eyes were full of admiration and satisfaction as she looked at her future daughter-in-law, casually dressed and looking gorgeous. Jennifer couldn’t help but adore her.

"Come sit here." Jennifer affectionately pulled Rosemary to sit next to her. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

After greeting Rosemary, George turned to Kenneth and asked, "Didn’t you know that? About Rose being Mirabelle."

Mirabelle’s exceptional painting skills were renowned in the art world. With her exquisite brush strokes, fluid style, and imaginative creativity, she had single-handedly elevated the entire art world. Each of her works embodied the perfect blend of form and spirit, radiating a vibrant charm. She was revered as a master in the art world.

"Don’t you have one of her paintings hanging there?" George pointed to a painting on the wall, another masterpiece.

That was a painting Kenneth had won a year ago at an auction. He had found the painting so captivating that he paid ten million dollars for it and hung it in the living room.

But he had no idea that the painting was his daughter’s work. His daughter had been home for quite some time but had never mentioned that the painting on the wall was her creation. This girl was far too modest!

In truth, Rosemary wasn’t modest. When she didn’t know Kenneth and had someone auction her painting, she had asked for an exorbitant price. She had felt a twinge of guilt when she saw the painting later.

Suddenly, Kenneth remembered something else. On the day his daughter came home, her gaze had briefly rested on the painting. It was a renowned piece by the famous painter Mirabelle. Rose had suggested then that he hang it in the study.

Thinking about it now, Kenneth found that the antique painting did look a bit out of place among the modern art pieces in the living room. Her suggestion to hang it in the study, where it would complement the other pieces, was indeed apt. She must have recognized it at first glance. Such discerning eyes.

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