The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 10

The cruise ship would dock the next morning. Tonight, there would be an all-night party. Of course, for guests who didn't want to make a fuss, there were luxurious rooms available for rest.

Evan couldn't stay with Rosalynn for long. He was the host and needed to attend to his guests.

Since she was also tired, Evan arranged a room for her to rest. Back in the room, Rosalynn finally had the time to call Paige to report on her work.

Paige was having fun with some friends and hung up after a brief chat.

Rosalynn collapsed onto the bed, her hand gently resting on her lower abdomen.

"Little one, Mommy's been a bit neglectful these past few days. Be a good baby, and once Mommy finishes handing over her work, I'll take good care of you."

She hadn't been lying there for long when her phone rang. The ringtone was Wayne's exclusive one. Years of work instinct made her sit up and answer the call right away. Then she suddenly realized how ridiculous it was.

This damn instinct!

"Come to room 1899." Wayne's voice was cold and emotionless, enough to chill anyone over the phone.

Rosalynn frowned, "President Silverman, what's the matter?"

"I have a headache."

Wayne had a history of headaches.

It was said to be a sequela from a car accident.

"Is Ms. Walley there? Pass the phone to her..."

"You come here and teach her."

Rosalynn felt helpless but thought that this was indeed part of the work transition. And since Ashley was there, what was she afraid of Wayne doing?

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Inside room 1899.

"Wayne, is it true that Rosalynn and Mr. Evan are actually together?" Ashley's voice quivered with a mix of curiosity and self-deprecation. "I've been hearing a lot of gossip about it tonight... She is incredible. She broke up with you and already managed to find another wealthy man! Unlike me, I'm so clumsy that I can't even bring you happiness..."

Wayne, with his tie loosened and a couple of buttons on his shirt undone, sat slouched on the couch. His complexion turned pale as a sheet, and Ashley's words only served to intensify his pounding headache.

"Didn't I tell you not to mess with her?" Wayne asked coldly.

Ashley looked confused, "Wayne, I didn't... Did I just say something wrong?"

"Ashley, don't attempt to outsmart me," Wayne's eyes turned dark and filled with a menacing warning, "or else I will find a replacement for you sooner than you think."

Ashley shivered, no longer daring to argue. "I got it," she meekly replied.

Wayne closed his eyes once more, shutting out any further conversation.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

Ashley took the initiative to open the door. When she saw Rosalynn, her face contorted, but she refrained from provoking her in front of Wayne.

"Lynn, you're finally here!"

Rosalynn ignored her and walked straight in. When she saw Wayne, she frowned unconsciously.

"Come here." Wayne said.

Rosalynn approached, "President Silverman, don't you have any medicine?"

"No, give me a massage." Wayne's voice was a little weaker than usual, without much of its usual coldness and oppression.

He even sounded slightly pitiful and wronged.

Rosalynn hesitated, then approached Wayne's side and noticed his pale complexion and colorless lips.

Wayne raised his head as he usually did, and Rosalynn took a seat.

He rested his head on her lap in a natural and intimate gesture, which infuriated Ashley as she watched.