Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife novel Chapter 890

Chapter 890: Chapter 889

"If you ever feel uncomfortable about anything that he says or does, just let me know, and I’ll deal with him," Louisa said with a protective fierceness in her voice.

Rosemary, puzzled by her mother’s words, replied, "He hasn’t done anything to me. We haven’t even spoken. As a matter of fact, I haven’t met him yet."

Louisa looked perplexed. "The bodyguard at the door told me you two exchanged a few words and then you got upset and wouldn’t let him in. What’s that all about?"

"Wait, the guy at the door is my brother?" Rosemary’s eyes widened with surprise. The same Sean?

Could he really be her brother? Was this not some kind of trick?

"Yeah," Louisa said, still a bit dazed. How could Rose not know that the man was her own brother? 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

"And there was an assistant with him?"

"That’s right, his name is Steward. He’s been by Sean’s side for years now."

Upon hearing this, Rosemary immediately stood up and headed for the front door.

Outside, the two men had practically turned into snowmen. Steward was completely frozen stiff, staring longingly at the main house, never imagining that in the next moment, he’d actually see Ms. Rose opening the door and braving the heavy snow to walk toward them.

"Sean, I think I’m hallucinating from the cold." Steward said, his breath forming clouds in the air, looking like an awkward snowman, "It really looks like Ms. Rose. Ms. Rose is coming."

Sean noticed his sister approaching and his face lit up with excitement. It was really his sister!

She was coming to him!

"Ms. Rose is getting closer. It’s real." Steward’s gaze was filled with hope. "It’s really her, not a hallucination."

He wanted to jump up and shout for Ms. Rose, but his feet were numb from the cold and he couldn’t move.

His hands were too stiff to lift.

Even his voice, muffled by the cold air, was quieter than usual.

"Ms. Rose. please let us in." Steward pleaded, chattering teeth and all, mustering all his energy to shout, "Sean’s injured!"

Rosemary reached the gate, where the security guard quickly came out to salute. "Ms. Rose, I remembered your instructions and didn’t let them in."

"Open the gate."

The guard thought he had misheard, but seeing Ms. Rose’s resolute face, he immediately pressed the button to open the gate.

Finally, Sean could come in. It had been such a struggle.

The guard secretly rejoiced for him.

The gate slowly swung open on both sides.

The man who was once so cocky and proud now seemed to have deflated a bit in her presence, his expression even showing a hint of careful appeasement.

He tried to step forward, but his feet were frozen solid, too stiff to take a step.

Steward gave him a push, and Sean managed to move forward, asking with joy, "Rose, you’re not mad anymore?"

Rosemary scrutinized the man in front of her. "Are you really my brother?"

"The real deal," Sean assured her, patting his chest. The snowflakes from his clothes sprayed onto Rosemary’s hair, and he hurriedly reached out to brush them off. "Oops, I didn’t mean to get it on you."

"Ms. Rose, let me introduce myself. I’m Steward, Sean’s right-hand man. I swear on my life, he is your brother, no doubt about it!"

Rosemary looked at Steward, who seemed earnest, and then back at the bumbling, eager-to-please Sean in front of her, and asked with a hint of suspicion, "So, before..."

"Before, I didn’t realize you were my sister."

"Let’s talk inside."

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