The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1563

Chapter 1563 

With just a few simple words, she managed to free him from the anxiety of his daughter having a boyfriend. 

“What does Granny want from you?” Wayne abruptly changed the subject. 

Rosalynn shrugged, “Granny once helped a kid take over a territory. Now that the kid’s grown up, he’s stopped listening to her and is even messing with the trade routes of the Jared Group and Bane Corporation, so Granny plans to take back his territory.” 

“Is it dangerous?” Wayne asked. 

His gut told him that he might get dragged into this as well. 

“Shouldn’t be.” Rosalynn soothed, caressing Wayne’s hand, “Granny doesn’t do things she’s uncertain about. You can relax.” 

“Alright.” Wayne nodded. 

“What have you been learning today?” Rosalynn smoothly moved on to another topic. 

Wayne grabbed the large notebook he had been writing in and flipped it open to show Rosalynn. 

Among the dense rows of handwriting, Rosalynn’s eyes immediately caught her own name. 

Come to think of it, in all the time she had known Wayne, she had never seen him write her name. 

Even when she worked alongside him, he would usually write ‘Secretary Tesdal‘ when he needed to refer to her. 

“What’s this?” 

Rosalynn pointed at her name, turning to Wayne with a beaming smile. 

Wayne glanced over and his face instantly lit up, “This is my wife’s name.“” 

Rosalynn grinned widely. 

“Your wife has a pretty name.” she said. 

Wayne looked at her, pride swelling in his chest, “Yeah. And she’s just as pretty as her name!” 

“You’re such a smooth talker.” Rosalynn teased, crooking her finger at him, “Come here, let me taste those lips.” 

Wayne immediately leaned in, completely at Rosalynn’s mercy. 

Rosalynn cupped his chin and planted several kisses on him. 

Afterwards, she gently asked, “Now that you can write your wife’s name, can you write your own?” 

Wayne shook his head. 

Rosalynn got up to get a pen and handed it to Wayne. 

Wayne took the pen. 

Then, Rosalynn took his hand. 

Wayne’s hand was large, Rosalynn’s was small, but that didn’t stop her from guiding him to write his own name. 

The tip of the pen gently traced the paper, making a soft scratching sound that was oddly pleasant in the quiet living room. 

Rosalynn held Wayne’s hand, slowly writing his name one stroke at a time. 

Unlike Wayne, who was writing her name for the first time today, Rosalynn had written Wayne’s name countless times before. 

Once upon a time, that name had been a secret preoccupation of hers. 

Wayne’s attention wasn’t on his own name.