The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 1783

Chapter 1783 

And just like that, the unease in his heart intensified. Every moment, he’d fantasize that this was just some messed-up nightmare and Erica would be back any moment. 

Rosalynn just stood there, watching quietly. 

The kitten in the bedroom shoved the door open with all its might, poking its little head out. 

Seeing Jacob crying, the kitten scampered out, its paws catching on Jacob’s pant leg as it tried to climb up. 

Jacob lowered his hands and looked at the anxious kitten. 

He picked it off his leg. “Hungry, huh?” 

“Meow!” 

Jacob sighed, pouring a small dish of cat food for the kitten, then squatted by the dish, arms wrapped around his knees, watching the kitten eat. 

Seeing this, Rosalynn decided to ignore Jacob and took out her laptop to deal with some work stuff. 

Jacob didn’t ask her to leave, but he also didn’t pay her any attention, just watched the kitten eat its fill and then played with it, throwing a ball of yarn and a cat teaser. 

Ten o’clock, Rosalynn’s phone rang. 

She glanced at it, then picked up. 

“How did it go?” Shawn’s voice, sounding anxious. 

Rosalynn glanced at Jacob. “Jacob, Shawn invited you to lunch. Mexican cuisine, Sushi, Steak or French?” 

Jacob didn’t response. 

Rosalynn paused for a second, then told the person on the phone, “Mexican cuisine it is. I’ll text you the address. Don’t bring anyone else, or I’ll be pissed! “Sounds good! I’m counting on you!” 

After the call ended, Jacob finally spoke. 

“I never said I’d go out to eat with you.” 

“Well, there’s nothing I can do now. I already agreed. if you don’t go, I’ll just say you’re afraid of criticism, that’s why you’re avoiding it, Rosalynn said without even looking up. When we get back to Norhaven, I’ll make sure to tell Erica about this. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely exaggerate and spin it in the direction she doesn’t like. 

“Rosalynn!!” Jacob snapped. 

Rosalynn finished checking a set of data, then looked up at Jacob. “What, you mad? Gonna put me on your hit list?” 

Jacob’s face turned pale, his eyes red from anger, his chest heaving. 

“We leave at eleven sharp. You’ve got an hour to make up your mind and get ready”