The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"Alright!" Nelly said, giving Wayne a knowing look and saying to Rosalynn "Your granny always worried about your love life. Now that you've found someone, she can rest easy in heaven." Nelly's voice faltered, touched by a tender sorrow, "Rosa, you're all settled down now, too!"

The folks on Gravel Lane were a tight-knit bunch.

As a kid, Rosalynn was the darling of the neighborhood, cherished by all the old-timers.

After a series of tragedies hit the Tesdal family-first her mother passed away, then her grandfather was ravaged by illness, and her grandmother's big scare left her confused-it was just Rosa, holding the fort all on her own.

The day her grandmother died, many old neighbors, long moved away, came back to pay their respects. They kept their concerns to themselves in Rosa's presence, but behind closed doors, they worried abou how she'd manage alone.d2

When Nelly left, it was Rosalynn who walked her home, and Wayne trailed a bit behind.

Nelly and Rosalynn whispered secrets, head to head.

"Is he good to you?" Nelly asked, a hint of worry in her voice. "I see in those TV dramas, rich men in high society are often no good!"

"He's good, he's not like that," Rosalynn answered with a smile. "Relax, he knows his place."

"That's my girl. He needs to understand that around here, in L City, it's tradition for men to fear their wives. The more they do, the more successful they are. He's got to get that." Rosalynn nodded vigorously, "He knows!"

"Good!" Nelly chattered all the way home and at her doorstep, she reminded Rosalynn and her husband to visit during the holidays, promising making treats for the kids.

On the way back, the weather turned on a dime. A downpour started without warning.

Rosalynn grabbed Wayne, rushing back home, but even under the shelter of their own porch, they were both soaked through.

Inside, Wayne closed the door behind them, and sneakily turned off the doorbell chime.NôvelDrama.Org © content.

It was the last day of their holiday, and suddenly there was so much to do without any interruptions.

In the bedroom, Rosalynn peeled off her drenched shirt, reaching for a dry one.

Wayne came over, pinned her against the wall, and tossed the shirt she was holding far across the room, "Honey, let's continue..."

Before she could react, Wayne cradled her face, tilting her head back for a deep, enveloping kiss.

The rain pattered loudly against the window awning outside the bedroom as the sky turned a stormy gray.

Rosalynn's phone, left at the foot of the bed, began to ring with Ivy's personalized ringtone. A delicate hand reached out to grab it, but a larger hand was quicker, silencing the phone with a tap before tossing it even further away.

"It's Ivy! Damn it, Wayne!"

"Mhm, I'm right here," Wayne murmured against Rosalynn's lips, "My hand slipped... no worries, we'll call Ivy back later. Focus on me now, sweetheart..."