Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 714

Chapter 714: Chapter 715

As the waitress brought in the drinks, Serena hardly noticed any difference between Rosemary’s glass and the others.

Rosemary remained silent, deep in thought, which only made Serena more uneasy.

The atmosphere grew awkward, and Serena tried to break the tension with a nervous laugh.

"Rose, no matter how much our family gives you, it’s yours by right. You’re a part of this household," she said, her voice edging towards sincerity. "On the other hand, I’m not related by blood, so every gift, every token of appreciation I receive is a stroke of luck, a blessing. I’m too grateful to ever resent you for having more—or better. How could I?"

Perhaps sensing disbelief in the room, Serena added gently,

"For the past eighteen years, the Collins family has been nothing but kind to me. Their love has moved me beyond words. I’ve received more warmth and happiness than I could ever claim as my own. I’m content."

"Really?"

Rosemary’s response prompted Serena to nod emphatically.

"Absolutely."

"Then let’s toast," Rosemary said, standing up and pushing her suspicious lemonade towards Serena.

"Sharing my drink with you symbolizes that from now on, in this family, I’ll always think of you—my sister—and share everything with you. Even if it’s just a glass of water, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of."

"Rose..." Serena felt a rush of panic.

Rosemary poured herself a new drink and clinked it against the problematic glass on the table.

"Here’s to you," she said, and without hesitation, downed her lemonade in one go.

Serena’s face twisted in distress.

Did Rosemary realize something was wrong with the drink and was deliberately letting her have it?

Impossible. Martha had assured her the drug was colorless, tasteless, undetectable—even to the divine.

Was Rosemary just naturally suspicious, or was she genuinely trying to make amends?

But she couldn’t drink that lemonade. If she did, she’d be the one to suffer.

Rosemary turned her empty glass upside down as if to show she’d finished, signaling it was Serena’s turn.

"You always take care of me, even willing to give up your drink for me," Serena said, reaching for her own glass.

But Rosemary intercepted, picking up the tainted glass and pressing it to Serena’s lips.

"If I’m giving it to you, it’s because you deserve to be my sister. If you refuse, does that mean you don’t see me as family?"

Serena had never seen Rosemary play such a cunning game and frantically tried to explain,

"You’ve got it all wrong—"

"Just drink it," Rosemary interrupted. "It’s getting cold, and I wouldn’t want you to have a stomachache. That would weigh on my conscience."

Rosemary’s insistence left Serena cornered.

Eunice, watching from the side, sensed something was amiss. Although she didn’t believe Serena capable of poisoning the drink, Rosemary wasn’t one to be so pushy without reason.

There must be something wrong with that glass, which was why Rosemary was insistent on Serena drinking it.

"Serena, if it’s a gesture from your sister, you should accept it," Eunice prodded, curious to see if there was truly something amiss with the lemonade.

"But Aunt Eunice... as the younger sister, I really shouldn’t be competing with her—even over a glass of water."

The truth was, drinking it could spell disaster for her.

"By offering it to you, she’s showing she accepts you as family, willing to share her fortunes and face hardships together. If you don’t drink, does that mean all your earlier words were just empty pleasantries?"

Hearing Eunice’s words, Serena felt tears welling up.

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