The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1892

"Our neighborhood used to be packed with folks, and it was like watching a daily soap opera with couples bickering over trivial stuff," Rosalynn began, a grin spreading across her face as she recalled a memory. "When my mom was around, she'd take me to watch these fighting couples whenever we heard them arguing."

Wayne chuckled lightly at her words.

"Wayne," Rosalynn squeezed his hand, "In my childhood, I've seen a beautiful love story unfold - that of my grandparents. Ever since, I've always yearned for the same kind of love. When I grow up, if I get married, I want to find someone who loves me dearly and whom I love just as much. I want us to be like my grandparents, supporting and deeply loving each other."

"But I... I'm not as good as your grandfather."

Wayne had been grappling with a deep sense of self-doubt and fragmentation of late.

It was as if his soul had been shattered into several pieces, each reflecting a different facet of him. And he found each piece repulsive.

He wished to demolish all these pieces, then blend them together to mold a new soul.

One that hadn't hurt the ones he loved, a soul that his loved ones also cherished.

"I'm not as good as my grandmother either," Rosalynn chuckled, shaking her head. "So, let's work on it together."

Wayne nodded.

Then, he wrapped his arm around Rosalynn's waist, resting his cheek on her belly, hugging her tightly.

"Kids don't snuggle like this anymore," Rosalynn ruffled his hair.

"It's different," Wayne murmured.

"How so?" Rosalynn asked, laughing.

"I'd still want to snuggle like this even when I'm a hundred years old," Wayne tightened his hold on her a bit.

Rosalynn burst out laughing.

At this moment, Cory stirred awake and saw them. He exchanged a glance with his mother.

At his mom's gesture, he reluctantly closed his eyes and turned his head away.

Due to this turn of events, their return journey had been postponed for the time being.