Chapter 1021: Chapter 1020
Fresh from her shower, Rosemary’s scent was a breath of spring, her soft cheeks begging for another kiss.
"Don’t mind his ramblings," Rosemary said with a light chuckle. "It’s not as bad as he makes it out to be."
"I know you’re hurting," Romeo murmured, holding her close. "How are you feeling now? Any dizziness? Any pain?"
"It’s all gone."
"Harris’s girl, the one you mentioned, is locked up at the station."
"Mhm." Rosemary glanced at him. "There are some clothes for you in the walk-in. Go take a shower, get some rest."
"I’m not tired," Romeo whispered, caressing her face.
"You still need to rest." Rosemary led him to the walk-in wardrobe, where she kept a cabinet full of clothes she had sewn for him when she had spare time, using nothing but fabric and a small sewing
machine.
She handed him a set of cozy loungewear.
Romeo was touched and surprised to find she had secretly made so many garments for him. "Can I take all of these with me when I leave later?"
"Some aren’t finished yet," Rosemary replied with a soft smile. "But you can take the completed ones."
Romeo leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, lingering as if he couldn’t get enough. These clothes were proof of her affection for him.
"Go on, take a hot shower," she urged.
After his shower, Rosemary had breakfast ready. They ate together before she let him rest in the adjacent room.
"Stay with me for a bit," Romeo said, pulling her into bed and drawing the covers over them. "I sleep better with you by my side."
Wrapped in his embrace, Rosemary was surrounded by his presence.
Slowly, Romeo drifted off to sleep.
In front of Rosemary, he shed his armor of indifference, as docile as a child.
Rosemary noticed his long eyelashes, his flawless skin—so delicate and clean.
Now, he seemed his age—lacking the maturity he projected to the outside world, exuding the youthful vitality and tenderness of a boy.
Seeing his breathing even out, Rosemary gently removed his hand, intending to leave the bed. But as she sat up, Romeo instinctively clutched at her clothing, half-awake and peering at her with bleary
eyes.
"I’m just going to the bathroom," Rosemary lied smoothly.
Romeo sat up, ready to accompany her.
"No need, you keep sleeping. I’ll be right back."
Returning to the bedside, intending to coax him back to sleep, Rosemary was met with his drowsy eyes.
He mistook her return as her having finished in the bathroom. "All done?"
Before she could explain, Romeo’s arms were around her, his scent enveloping her once again.
This time, to ensure Romeo could sleep peacefully, Rosemary stayed still.
At Reflection Villa, the gatekeeper never saw Romeo leave, and his car remained parked outside.
Shortly thereafter, someone found Romeo’s discarded clothes in Rosemary’s shower, and the room next door was locked from the inside. The servants snickered among themselves, eagerly sharing the juicy tidbit with a frantic Louisa.
Louisa had been worried sick about her daughter’s welfare, but upon hearing the servants’ gossip, a wave of relief washed over her, and a smile crept onto her face, unstoppable. She ordered all the staff
to avoid the second floor so as not to disturb the young couple’s rest.
Unbeknownst to her, Rosemary had also drifted off to sleep.
After some time had passed, Romeo awoke to find the girl in his arms and a quiet sense of bliss filled him.
He couldn’t bear to let go of her soft body for even a second. The scent of her skin drew him closer, and with a deep, contented inhale, he held her tighter in his embrace.
Two days later.
Serena had learned that Florence was alone each day from 2 to 3 p.m. without any family by her side,so she sent someone over with bags of goodies to visit.
Florence, who had been recuperating in the ICU for many days, was just beginning to feel better when she heard from her bodyguard that Serena had arrived, instantly souring her mood.
"I know you don’t want to see me. I’ll just leave these things here and go," said Serena, as she was wheeled into the room by a servant.
The bodyguard in the hospital room was torn, unsure whether to shoo her away or let her be.
"What are you doing here?" Florence clearly didn’t want her there.
"I know that your illness is my fault, and I truly feel terrible about it. These gifts are just a small token of my apology."
Serena hadn’t finished speaking when Florence cut her off with a cold voice, "You’re using my son’s money to buy these things, what kind of gesture is that? If you have any sincere regret, please leave
my son alone and stop bringing him misfortune!"
Serena knew she wouldn’t get any kind words from her, but with the bodyguard present, she still put on a pitiful front.
"The engagement party for Martin and me is set for this Friday at 7 p.m. at the Century Hotel. Martin and I both hope you can set aside your grudges and attend. After all, he’s your only son, and this is a
once-in-a-lifetime event."
At that, Florence’s heart couldn’t take it, "What did you say?"
"Friday at 7 is the auspicious time Martin picked out with an expert. Don’t worry, after the engagement party, I’ll officially be part of the Cooper family, and Martin and I will take good care of you."
Seeing the medical monitors spike with activity, Serena smirked with satisfaction and said gleefully,
"Well then, I won’t disturb you any longer, Mrs. Florence. Goodbye."
She glanced at Dora, who nodded at Florence as a form of farewell, then wheeled Serena away.
Florence couldn’t believe it. Despite her strong opposition, even to the point of being in the ICU, her son had gone behind their backs to pick a date without their consent, settling on this very Friday evening.
Before the bodyguard could finish, Florence fainted from rage.
Panicked, the bodyguard frantically pressed the call button.