The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love novel Chapter 2013

Chapter 2013 

In a hotel located downtown, the wind and rain sneaked in through a slightly ajar window. 

A gust of wind knocked a report from the table onto the floor, where some rainwater splattered on its pages. 

The name, “Ayden,” on the document blurred under the wet droplets. 

At that moment, someone approached, bending over to pick up the document with a hand of distinct knuckles. 

His eyes swept over a line of foreign text in the report.c2 

The translation read, “The notorious Silverman Group heir from the H Country brutally murders his girlfriend. The 23-year-old woman from H Country had her organs and corneas removed in a gruesome death.” 

It had been ages since Wayne had slept so soundly. When he woke up, the day was just breaking. He felt his hand being held. Glancing sideways, he saw Rosalynn clutching his hand, sound asleep by his side. 

She was a light sleeper. As Wayne stirred awake, Rosalynn woke up in alarm. She glanced at him, took a moment to react, and then sat up. “You’re awake? Is it dawn already?” 

Rosalynn looked towards the window. 

The curtains were not fully drawn, allowing a glimpse of the dawning light. 

“Did we sleep through the night like this?” Wayne asked with concern. 

“I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep.” Rosalynn got up. “Ohh, my back…” 

Wayne quickly reached out and pulled her into his arms. 

“Don’t do this rfext time. You can sleep by my side, and we can still hold hands, Wayne said seriously. 

Rosalynn smiled. She nuzzled gently against his neck, “I got it.” 

“It’s still early. You can sleep a bit more, Wayne knew that Rosalynn had probably been worrying about him overnight. He couldn’t help feeling guilty. Then, I’ll sleep for another half an hour…” 

“Alright, I’ll be here with you.” Wayne kissed Rosalynn’s forehead. 

Rosalynn was still tired, but she couldn’t actually fall back asleep. 

After resting her eyes for a while, she went to freshen up and changed into a lively outfit. 

Last night she had specifically told Calvin, their butler, not to wart for her and Wayne in the morning. 

The children should have their breakfast and then be sent off to school. 

So, when Rosalynn and Wayne came downstairs, the kids had already left for school. 

Ivy, their youngest, had left a quick sketch in the dining room. 

The drawing depicted her piggy Mommy and Daddy sleeping in. 

“Your daughter is teasing us,” Rosalynn laughed before handing the sketch to Wayne. 

Wayne looked at it, then carefully put it away. 

Rosalynn watched his actions, her mind wandering. She thought, “Regardless of whether Ayden Silverman had passed on any mental diseases to Wayne, at his core, Wayne was different from Ayden Silverman.“ 

Ayden’s circumstances were extremely difficult: a stern mother with high expectations, a beloved who met a tragic end, and no one to save him from his desolation