The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 2291

After that, silence lingered between the two.

Rosalynn checked the clock and headed over. Handing a cup of hangover cure to Jacob, she teased, “Is this your local pub? You always end up like this when you come by?”

Jacob straightened up, took the hangover cure with a sheepish grin, and gulped it down. He stood up and declared, “I’ll put this back in the kitchen myself. You guys had a long day; go rest. I promised Ivy breakfast at the diner tomorrow, and y’all are invited to join us!” With that, Jacob made his way to the kitchen.

Rosalynn looked on with concern, “Honey, should I go hide knives in the kitchen?”

Wayne chuckled, pulling her close, “He’s not going to do anything.”

Rosalynn thought it over and agreed.d2

Jacob was past the phase of dramatics. Outside, he was the suave, charming Jacob everyone knew. It was just that occasionally, when he came here, he’d show a side of vulnerability.

Before heading to her room, Rosalynn made her usual rounds to check on Cory and Ivy.

Ivy was always exhausted, falling asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow.

Rosalynn adjusted the air conditioning in the room and tenderly pulled the blanket back over Ivy, who had kicked it off in her sleep.

She kissed Ivy's forehead gently. Wayne also landed a kiss on his daughter’s forehead, and they quietly exited Ivy's room one after the other.

Cory’s room still had the lights on.

Rosalynn hesitated, then decided not to knock, knowing he was probably prepping his travel gear. She sent him a text instead.

“Sweetie, don’t stay up too late, you’ve been burning the midnight oil quite a bit lately.”

After a while, Cory replied, “Already in bed, goodnight mom.”

“Goodnight, my love.”

Rosalynn set down her phone, and Wayne was already snuggling up to her, his arms wrapped around her waist, endearingly clingy.

“What’s up?” Rosalynn asked with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

This clinginess was starting to rival Ivy's.

“I just wanted to hold you,” Wayne murmured.

“Honey, do you really need to get all clingy to me every time you see Jacob?” Rosalynn saw right through Wayne's little game, “You're fundamentally different from him. You can't compare the two.”

“I know, I’m fiercely loyal. I'd never mess around!” Wayne asserted.

Rosalynn laughed, she was far less forgiving than Erica. If Wayne ever did something like Jacob, even just once, she wouldn't take him back, no matter how much she loved him.

Rosalynn tenderly held his chin, gazing into his eyes with warmth. Wayne propped himself up and kissed her decisively.

Despite the busyness, Rosalynn turned off the bedroom lights, leaving only a dim bedside lamp on. That night, Wayne confessed his love countless times, as if afraid Rosalynn didn't grasp the depth of his feelings.

He seemed to wish he could split open his chest and show his heart to Rosalynn.

To show her his true heart, and to have her forget the past.

Remember only the Wayne who deeply loved and adored her.

Late into the night, as H City braced for a silent rain, Wayne watched the rain streaks on the window.

He used the remote to close the curtains. Then he pulled the drowsy Rosalynn into his embrace and tenderly kissed her again.

“Wayne.”

“Hmm?”

With her eyes barely open, Rosalynn caressed Wayne's cheek and whispered, “I love you too.”