The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

Liam...Wayne pursed his lips.

"Ivy's been pretty down since he went abroad so suddenly, and stopped keeping in touch," Rosalynn said with a sigh of resignation. "He was a rare good friend that Ivy made after leaving the small island, and he saved her life, too."

"I get it," Wayne replied softly. "If Liam ever gets tired of being overseas and wants to come back, I'll arrange for his return as soon as I can."

"I asked the director about it a couple of months ago, and Liam said he's not coming back," Rosalynn let out a gentle sigh. "But he's doing really well now, his grades are top-notch."

To be at the top in such a prestigious institution means he's pretty much set for life.

"Anyway, you're not to do anything like this again, got it?" Rosalynn gave Wayne a pat on the back.d2

Wayne nodded obediently, "Sure thing, I'll listen to my wife!"

"Alright, I've said my piece. Now, President Silverman, tell me what you'd like me to do," Rosalynn said in a chipper tone, playfully poking Wayne's cheek.

Wayne wrapped his arms around Rosalynn, thought for a moment, and said earnestly, "If I really have to wish for something, then I wish for my Rosa to worry less, eat better, and stay healthy." Rosalynn was touched.

"Larkin said you've been running on empty for a while," Wayne murmured as he nuzzled her neck and stroked her hair. "I'm not going anywhere from now on. I'll stay by your side and help you recover." Rosalynn had had a difficult childbirth, followed by a serious illness that nearly took her life, and the exhaustion had taken its toll on her body.

"Well, that's very sweet of you, my dear husband," Rosalynn replied with a tender smile.

Wayne didn't respond with words but instead leaned in to gently kiss her lips, deepening the kiss gradually. Just as things were about to really heat up, the doorbell rang.

"Stop, someone's at the door," Rosalynn turned her head away, gasping for fresh air.Belonging © NôvelDram/a.Org.

Wayne looked up, annoyed, and muttered, "If it's a salesperson, they're as good as dead!"

With that, Wayne got up and headed for the door.

Rosalynn quickly straightened herself out, worried that if it really was a salesperson, Wayne might scare them away, and hurried after him.

Wayne opened the door. At first glance, there was no one outside.

"Well, is my Rosalynn not home yet?" came a voice.

Following the sound, Wayne saw a stooped, silver-haired, wrinkly-faced old lady with a walking cane standing on the doorstep.

Because she was so short and Wayne so tall, he hadn't noticed her at first.

"Nelly," called Rosalynn from behind him.

Wayne stepped aside.

"Rosa, you're back!" exclaimed Nelly, toothless and mumbling, but her face was all smiles. "My great-granddaughter came home from school and said someone moved in here. I thought she was mistaken!" "We got in last night, went to visit my grandparents' grave this morning, and just got back not long ago. Come in, Nelly, have a seat!" said Rosalynn.

"No, no, I've got to get back and make sure the kids do their homework," Nelly chuckled, her gaze falling on Wayne.

Rosalynn quickly introduced them, "Nelly, this is my husband Wayne. Wayne, Nelly has known me since I was a child and looked after our yard every month while I was away."

"Pleased to meet you, Nelly," Wayne said politely.

Nelly's eyes crinkled with a smile, "Well now, what a fine young man. My granddaughter's been talking about you a lot. I always wondered when you'd bring someone over for me to meet. And here you are at last!"

"That's my fault, I've been too wrapped up in work," Rosalynn replied.

"And the kids? Did you bring the kids back too?" Nelly asked.

"Not this time. Maybe around the holidays. Then I'll bring the little ones to visit you."