The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"How did we end up here?" Wayne whispered softly.

"Where else? We are staying home, of course." Rosalynn glanced at Wayne as the car came to a halt outside a quaint two-story house.

The house didn't look much different except for its fresh, renewed appearance.

"You've had it remodeled?" Wayne stepped out of the car and asked with a hint of amazement in his voice.

"Around these parts, it's custom to spruce up the house when there's a wedding or a big family celebration," Rosalynn said with a smile, her eyes playfully fixed on Wayne. "I couldn't do you any less, could I?"

A whirlwind of emotions stirred in Wayne's chest, and he felt his eyes misting over.d2

"What's the matter...?" His reaction caught Rosalynn off guard.

"Just overwhelmed," Wayne said, his eyes red but smiling at Rosalynn.

Rosalynn shook her head. "Don't just stand there, help with the luggage and let's get inside!"NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

Wayne nodded quickly, taking the bags from the driver and following Rosalynn through the gate.

Lights flickered on, and Wayne heard Rosalynn's cheerful voice ahead, "Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, I'm home!"

He trailed silently behind. He could almost see a younger Rosalynn, surrounded by loving relatives, returning home after playing outside all day.

After a long day of travel, Rosalynn was beat. The moment they got home, she darted for a shower and promptly collapsed onto the bed, fresh and clean.

Wayne came out of the shower to find Rosalynn already sprawled out, fast asleep.

He moved quietly, turning off the lights one by one before slipping into bed and gently pulling Rosalynn into his embrace, planting a kiss and nuzzling her neck affectionately.

Initially, Wayne had been anxious about reuniting with Rosalynn after leaving the research institute. But he hadn't anticipated how relaxed and pleasant the subsequent days would be. No distractions, just the two of them, and now, she was introducing him to her childhood home. Tomorrow, she'd take him to pay respects to her most cherished relatives.

The thought filled him with an immense sense of contentment.

The days spent at the institute seemed like a distant memory, stretched and faded into the past.

Now, his heart was at peace like never before.

The next day, at dawn, Rosalynn and Wayne set out. Armed with bouquets and fine wine, they arrived at Hillside Memorial Park just before the sun peeked over the horizon.

The new caretaker didn't recognize Rosalynn, sparing them the usual small talk at the gate.

Hand in hand, they walked up the path, Wayne became visibly tense.

Rosalynn said nothing to comfort him; his nervousness was natural.

Familiar with the place, she led Wayne to a family grave.

Subconsciously, she glanced at the cenotaph Noah and the others had erected for her, now removed.

Not long after their marriage, Wayne had it dismantled, ostensibly because he felt it was bad luck.