The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

The car made its way to the bustling downtown core.

Rosalynn stopped by the flower shop nestled beneath her apartment building, picking up the bouquet she had ordered in advance.

The shop owner was as cheery as ever, and while handing over the blossoms, she couldn't help but ask, "I'm getting a fresh batch of top-notch sunflowers in a few days. Would you like to reserve some for your daughter?"

Rosalynn smiled as she took the flowers, "I'll let her father decide on that."

With that, Rosalynn turned on her heel and left.

Rosalynn and Wayne were pretty much celebrities, and the florist had seen their stories pop up on social media countless times.d2

Once Rosalynn was gone, the florist turned to her husband, who was sprawled on a lounge chair engrossed in his smartphone, playing a game. "I was scrolling through videos the other day, and some people were saying her husband's fallen ill with some terminal disease, disappeared for half a year... No one knows if he's dead or alive..."

"She had just said that her husband will come back to order the flowers. You should stop listening to those gossip mongers; after all, they're your customers!" the husband chided with a click of his tongue.

Even with Wayne's troubles, the weekly payments for the flowers never failed to come through on time, and the florist would dutifully deliver them to the apartment doorstep.

The florist clapped a hand over her mouth, saying no more.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

Truth be told, she hoped for the best for them. According to the gossip channels, the couple had been through thick and thin. Wayne might have been a bit of a scoundrel in the past, but he had turned over a new leaf, hadn't he?

Of course, Rosalynn was unaware of the florist's musings.

With the flowers in hand, she made a beeline for the airport.

Summer vacation was in full swing, and the airport was teeming with more travelers than usual.

Most were children from all over, coming to reunite with their parents for the holiday.

Clutching her bouquet, Rosalynn descended the escalator, instantly drawing numerous gazes.

"She's so beautiful, must be a movie star, right?"

"Is she filming some reality show or maybe a drama series? I came out without even putting on makeup!!"

"Holy smokes, it's Rosalynn!" Youngsters in the crowd quickly recognized Rosalynn.

She greeted them politely and then continued towards the arrivals gate.

Despite the crowd swarming the place, the moment Wayne came into view from around the corner, Rosalynn's eyes singled him out instantly. Wayne was dressed down and casual, with a mask covering his face.

His hair was a bit long, tousled from sleep on the plane.

Rosalynn's eyes suddenly brimmed with tears.

Wayne stepped out into the throng, scanning the crowd until his gaze landed on the figure by the exit, holding flowers and looking his way.

Then Wayne, who had been calm and collected a moment ago, abandoned his luggage and pushed past the slow-moving people in front of him, sprinting toward the person he yearned for. Tears mingled with a smile in Rosalynn's eyes.

Wayne ran up and wrapped his arms around Rosalynn before he could utter a single word, holding her tightly as his body trembled slightly.

"I thought you wouldn't come to pick me up," Wayne mumbled, inhaling her familiar scent as he buried his face in the nape of her neck.

Rosalynn hugged him back, her hand gently stroking his back, "What about your luggage?"

"I don't care about it," Wayne said, his voice tinged with a plaintive note as he clung to his wife, showing no sign of letting go.

"So many eyes on us," Rosalynn murmured softly.

"Let them watch," Wayne nuzzled against her neck, "Honey, I've missed you so much."

"I know," Rosalynn soothed, patting his back, "Can we continue hugging at home? I've got a pot roast simmering on the stove."

Wayne held her for a few more seconds before reluctantly releasing Rosalynn.

Penn had wheeled his luggage over, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation.

"Dr. Lange, you've been a great help," Rosalynn said sincerely, holding Wayne's hand, "If you ever need anything, just ask, and I, Rosalynn, will do my utmost to assist you."

"Don't worry, I won't be shy with you folks," Penn nodded lightly.

"You're here in H Country for over a month, so I won't rush to host you in these next few days," Rosalynn said, glancing at her watch, "I need to get home before the stove burns down anything." "Understood," Penn replied with a smile.

From amidst the crowd, he watched Wayne and Rosalynn, hands entwined, as they made their way toward the elevator, together against the world.