My Belated True Love

In the elite circles of Manhaton, two privileged heirs each wore a ring that they never took off.

Upon closer inspection, it was just an ordinary silver ring.

No one knew that it was a cheap trinket Rosie Campbell had casually bought from a street stall when she was ten.

Yet, they treasured it as if it were a priceless heirloom, wearing it for fifteen years.

That was until Lexie Blake appeared, and they replaced the silver rings with pull-tab rings Lexie gave them.

At that moment, Rosie decided to withdraw from this complicated love.

She agreed to the marriage her family had arranged on a sunny afternoon.

"Dad, Mom, I've decided to go back and get married," Rosie, who had just returned from the hospital, spoke in a firm and calm tone as if she were talking about a trivial matter.

Rosie's mother, Celine, was stunned on the other end of the line, both surprised and delighted. "That's wonderful, Rosie! The wedding preparations are all set, just waiting for your approval. When will you come back? Do you want to meet your fiancé in advance? I can send you his contact."

Rosie replied calmly, "No. Let's set the wedding for a week from now. I'll return the day before."

As soon as Rosie finished speaking, the bedroom door swung open.

Hearing the noise, Rosie instinctively turned her head to see Lexie entering with a cat in her arms, smiling brightly.

Her eyes sparkled as she chirped, "Rosie, are you going to a wedding? Whose is it?"

Rosie coldly ended the call, her voice icy, "Get out. I'm allergic to cat fur."

Hearing this, Lexie's face turned pale, her voice trembling, "Rosie, I'm sorry... I didn't know you were allergic. Please, just dock my pay."

Rosie remained unmoved, simply watching her. "Have you finished? If so, you may leave now."

Rosie moved to close the door.

"Rosie, I'm to blame for you landing in the hospital. I'm sorry, please don't make me leave..." Lexie suddenly knelt, her fearful gesture as if Rosie was about to do something terrible to her.

Just then, Brenden Stevens and Ayden Stevens happened to pass by and saw the scene.

They rushed over, shielding Lexie protectively, anxiously checking her expression as if she had been mistreated.

Seeing Lexie unharmed, but startled enough to cause the cat to scratch her, Ayden tenderly held Lexie's slightly scratched arm, his eyes filled with concern.

The usually aloof and reserved surgeon now turned gentle and soothing, comforting Lexie with utmost care.

Ayden was a cold person, but now he scolded Rosie for a servant he had known for less than half a year, "Rosie, why are you acting like a spoiled lady again? You are in Manhaton, not your home."

Brenden, with his naturally mischievous nature, gently stroked Lexie's hair, his tone indulgent, "It's bleeding. It must hurt, right?"

But when he looked down at Rosie, his tone shifted instantly, "Rosie, why are you bullying Lexie? From now on, I'll protect her, and no one can bully her."

With that, Brenden took Lexie away.

Ayden quickly followed, taking her other hand, "Come with me. I'll take you to the hospital for a shot."

Lexie smiled through her tears, "A bit of ointment should do, right? Do we need to go to the hospital?"

Ayden insisted, "Better safe than sorry. Don't worry, I'll be with you."

After Lexie playfully thanked him, she turned to Brenden, looking troubled as she advised, "Brenden, don't argue with Rosie. I'm just a servant. It's not worth it."

Seeing Lexie's remorseful expression, Brenden retorted defiantly, "Well, I wasn't arguing with her. She was bullying you. I'm just righting wrongs, defending the innocent, and standing for justice, right, Ayden?"

Watching their happy retreating figures, Rosie stood on the balcony, feeling as if she had just awoken from a long, surreal dream.