Rosalynn looked up, her face pale, lips cracked, and eyes rimmed red. She nodded.
"I get it."
The man stood on a higher ground, looking down at Rosalynn. She had just fixed his tie for him, then he walked away without looking back.
"What's wrong?" Rosalynn immediately became serious, anxiously looking at Wayne. "Are you not feeling well?"
Wayne just stared at her.
In his mind, the image of her pitiful, wronged face slowly overlaid her current anxious expression.
Wayne felt his heart was being pulled back and forth by numerous blunt knives. The pain was unbearable.
"I'm fine." Wayne shook his head, reached out to hug Rosalynn, holding her tightly. "Just need to hold you for a bit, a hug will do."
Rosalynn became more worried, "Did I hurt you somewhere?"
"You think you have the strength to hurt me? Then I must be too frail." Wayne buried his head in her neck. "I just... I just missed you."
Rosalynn paused for a moment, then realized something.
"Did you remember something?"
Was it about the memories of the past five years?
Wayne was silent for a moment, "I remember us in a hotel, I told you... to keep a distance from me in public."
Rosalynn paused again.
She and Wayne had been to many hotels, traveling for work countless times throughout the year.
But if the condition was the phrase "keep a distance from me in public"... then it could only be the first time they slept together.
From the beginning of her time as a stand-in, she was very clear about her position and took her job seriously.
Wayne said to keep a distance from him in public.
She had always followed his words, never initiating closeness in public unless Wayne asked her to be by his side.
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