The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 107

Wayne's black shirt was just the right length, stopping slightly above Rosalynn's knees.

She never thought Wayne would come back at this time.

The buttons were done casually; as long as the essential areas were covered.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she looked back in surprise like a frightened deer.

Her hair was a bit messy, scattered around her waist, making her fair skin even more attractive.

The red marks around her neck and collarbone were particularly eye-catching.

Wayne stood there, stunned.

Rosalynn, barefoot, stepped on the warm floor, feeling uneasy under Wayne's gaze.

"Why are you back?"

Wayne raised his right hand.

Only then did Rosalynn notice that he was holding a bag of stuff.

"When I left this morning, didn't you say you wanted some snacks?"

Wayne said as he approached her.

In the morning, Wayne rushed to a company meeting.

When he left, his good-bye kisses seemed a bit too intense, waking her up.

Wayne was prepared to get scolded.

However...

She didn't scold him, but acted all aggrieved instead.

Holding his neck, she rubbed her head against him and said she wanted some snacks.

Out of the blue.

Wayne knew she wasn't fully awake then.

But her cute, coquettish behavior greatly satisfied him.

So, after the meeting, President Silverman didn't stay in the company for long and went to buy snacks as soon as possible.

Rosalynn stood there with a bewildered expression due to memory loss.

"Stop talking nonsense. I just woke up, when did I say I wanted to eat this?"

Wayne walked up to her.

With his other hand, he put his arm around her waist.

Wayne threw her back on the bed.

"No." He pinched Rosalynn's chin.

But this time he didn't use any force.

Rosalynn's eyes were tinged with red, looking particularly aggrieved.

If only there weren't so much stubbornness and anger in her eyes.

"From now on, you can wear whatever you like." Then, Wayne kissed her on the lips. "You look good. I like it."

Rosalynn's face turned beet red.

"You did it on purpose!" She pouted, "where did you put my clothes?"

"Thrown them away." Wayne proudly replied.

"By the way, let me tell you something funny."

Wayne looked down, his fingertips lightly brushing against Rosalynn's lips.

Something funny?

Could Wayne, someone like him, really tell something genuinely funny?