The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 2256

After an endless tangle of passionate kisses, Wayne and Rosalynn's breaths were heavy. Wayne rested his forehead against hers, tipping his head down and gently nudging her nose with his. "Feels like a dream," he murmured.

Rosalynn chuckled softly and without skipping a beat, playfully nibbled on his lower lip before teasingly asking him, "Does that hurt? If it does, then you're not dreaming."

"Sweetheart, that was too soft. Try a little harder," Wayne whispered huskily into her ear, clearly enjoying her playful dominance.

Rosalynn laughed, her arms wrapped around his neck. "The kids have no idea you're back."

Wayne paused, taken aback.

Rosalynn continued, "I told them I was on a business trip for a week. And that I'd bring back the gifts they've been dying to have."d2

A week?

Wayne gently pushed her back and asked, "So we have a whole week to ourselves?"

"If that's too much for you..."

Before Rosalynn could finish her sentence, Wayne's lips crashed onto hers, and he showered her face with kisses, exclaiming, "Not at all! It's not too much at all!"

"But," Rosalynn teased, taking hold of Wayne's chin with a playful and ambiguous smile. She leaned back slightly, tilting her head as she gazed into his eyes. "Mr. President, you've just recovered from a serious illness... Are you sure you can manage?"

Wayne's eyes darkened with desire, his gaze locked onto her as if he could devour her whole in the next moment. He took her hand and placed it on his abdomen.

His abs were still there, firm and defined.

"Darling, you'll see," he said confidently.

What followed was Rosalynn paying a lengthy price for her earlier casual teasing.

During that time, she noticed the changes in Wayne from his months of recovery. He wasn't as passive as before, but his initial brashness and dominance had softened. He had managed to perfectly blend his pre-amnesia and post-amnesia selves into one. Authoritative when needed, gentle at the right moments, never hiding his addiction to her. Even in the throes of passion, he would look at her, pleading for her everlasting love.

But Rosalynn was no longer in her twenties. Exhausted by his attentions, she fell asleep without realizing when.

When she woke up, the sky had turned dark. She found herself in the bedroom rather than the living room, but Wayne was not beside her. The bed was still warm, indicating he had been there not too long ago Concerned, Rosalynn got up, slipping into a velvety robe, and walked out of the room.

She noticed a delicious scent in the air.

Moving towards the kitchen, she saw Wayne warming up the food she had prepared before going to pick him up.

The warmth of the living room was enhanced by the air conditioning, perfectly set to a comfortable temperature. The kitchen was illuminated with a warm glow, invoking a wave of sentimentality within Rosalynn.

In the past, she was always the one bustling in the kitchen.

"Awake?" Wayne noticed her gaze and turned around.

He set aside the spatula and walked over to her. "You still look half asleep, honey," he said, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close, while his other hand gently pinched her cheeks. Rosalynn lifted her hand, her thumb softly grazing his cheek. "I think I've dreamt of this moment before," she confessed.

Wayne's expression turned guilty. "I'm sorry," he said. "Back then, I was clueless. I thought I loved Olivia Whaley, but it turns out I was just seeing you in her..."

"Don't apologize," Rosalynn said with a serene smile. "Let's not dwell in the past. What matters is the future, our future," she finished, looking into his eyes with love and certainty.

Wayne nodded, his heart full of hope for all the days to come.