The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 1988

Chapter 1988

Rosalynn spoke, touching a vulnerability in Wayne's gaze. Her emotions crumbled in an instant.

"Let's just replace Dr. Lange first. We'll sort all this out later," Rosalynn carefully disinfected the wound before gingerly covering it with a waterproof bandage. "Don't hurt yourself again." "I won't," Wayne responded instantly.

"I need a shower," Rosalynn hesitated, then firmly squeezed Wayne's hand.

Wayne subconsciously squeezed back.c2

There was no conversation as Rosalynn retreated to the bathroom. As the door closed, Wayne's expression shifted. He turned a frosty gaze towards the figure sitting on their bed.

"Why won't you look at me in front of her? Afraid she'll learn of my existence?" the other Wayne mocked. "Yet, Wayne, have you ever considered that it's me she's fallen in love with?

"You don't exist!" Wayne retorted, "You're just a dirty part of my past. Rosalynn loves me, only me!"

"If you're so sure she love's you, tell her about me," the other Wayne taunted, "If you don't dare, then you must not believe Rosa loves you."

"She doesn't need to know about you." Wayne's demeaner grew colder. "You're just a false illusion from my mental disorder. I'll see a psychiatrist and kill you myself."

The Wayne on the bed's smile gradually froze, then twisted.

"Fine, go see a psychiatrist!" He stood, glaring at Wayne. "Who do you think is the real one here? You're just a parasite who took over when my memory lapsed. If anyone's going to die from seeing a psychiatrist, it's you!"

Wayne remained unmoved by his words. But that last sentence stopped him in his tracks. The other Wayne smirked at him before disappearing.

"No..." Wayne muttered, "He's just waste I shed from my body. We're one and the same... one and the same..."

With that thought, he limped over and picked up the medicine bottle Rosalynn had tossed onto the bed. He dry swallowed two pills.

After a hot shower, Rosalynn felt a bit more relaxed. When she emerged, Wayne was waiting with a hairdryer, just as he always did.

.As usual, Wayne helped dry Rosalynn's hair before they both got into bed.

Since Wayne's return, they had always been careful due to his injuries. But tonight, Rosalynn couldn't stifle her anxiety.

In the darkness, it started with a long, suppressed kiss. As they continued, they both began to lose control.

Usually, Rosalynn was the one in control. But tonight, she desperately needed something tangible to quell the unease in her heart!

Despite the length of time that had passed, Wayne's muscle memory and subconscious understanding of Rosalynn exceeded even his self-understanding. He was both experienced and passionate.

As time slipped away, the digital clock on the bedside table read 1:34 AM.