The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love
Chapter 347

Chapter 347

When Lizzy came back, she saw her grandmother enthusiastically introducing Gabriella to everyone.

She was so pissed off.

At that moment, she scanned the room and finally laid her eyes on a waiter holding a tray of champagne.

They exchanged a quick glance.

The waiter nodded and headed towards Rosalynn.

Lizzy thought to herself: You wanna steal the spotlight on my turf? Let's see if I'll allow that!

Due to Mrs. Lawrence's arrangement, Rosalynn was forced to stand at the front of the crowd.

Many eyes were sizing her up with various emotions.

Among them, one gaze was particularly intense.

Rosalynn could feel it, and naturally, she felt a bit uneasy.

Just then, a waiter with a tray suddenly bumped into her.

Everyone around was stunned.

Even Old Mrs. Lawrence, who was giving a speech, looked horrified.

The glasses of champagne in the tray were about to spill on Rosalynn.

A strong hand grabbed her slender waist and pulled her back.

The champagne glasses crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. Rosalynn barely dodged most of it, but a glass of wine still splashed onto her right. hand.

"Gabriella!"

Mrs. Lawrence rushed over, lifting her gown's hem.

Rosalynn stared at the diamond-studded watch on her right wrist.

She had thought that five years was long enough for her to forget all the traces left by that man.

But... The hand on her waist, the broad chest, and the strangely familiar scent...

In that instant, she didn't even need to turn her head to know who he was.

"Mrs. Lawrence, I'm fine, thanks to this gentleman..." Rosalynn turned and smiled at Wayne gratefully, "Thank you."

As she spoke, she tried to escape Wayne's embrace.

But the hand on her waist didn't retract slightly, instead, it hugged her even tighter.

"You're welcome," Wayne said slowly, looking at Rosalynn..

"I'm so sorry! My wrist suddenly cramped, that's why..." the waiter apologized in a panic.

At that point, Lizzy walked over.

"What are you panicking for? Ms. Gabriella is so kind, do you think she would make things difficult for a mere waiter just because of a dress?"

Lizzy glanced at Wayne's hand around Rosalynn's waist and was furious.

The scene she had imagined was not supposed to turn out this way.

In her plan, by now, Gabriella should be drenched in champagne, utterly embarrassed, and humiliated.

How could she end up in Mr. Silverman's arms? What a vixen!

"Upstairs in the dressing room, there are spare dresses. Gabriella, I'll take you to change your dress first," Mrs. Lawrence said.

"Okay." Rosalynn nodded, then looked at Wayne: "Mr. Silverman, your hand..."

Wayne stared at her.

Deep emotions were surging in his eyes like a storm, as if he could devour the woman before him in the next second. "Sorry."

Wayne finally spoke calmly and let Rosalynn go.

Afterward, Rosalynn followed Mrs. Lawrence upstairs.

Her short, shoulder-length hair didn't cover her slim back, making her look very attractive.

Wayne's gaze never left Rosalynn for a moment.

Rosalynn could clearly feel his eyes on her.