The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 131

Inside the private room, Hilaria skillfully ordered dishes that she and Calvin loved to eat.

Across the table, Rosalynn also ordered a couple of light dishes.

"No chili peppers or cilantro in these two dishes, please." After ordering, Rosalynn mentioned her dietary restrictions to the waiter, then handed the menu back.

Hilaria looked puzzled.

"Isn't President Silverman going to order?"

"I'm having whatever she order." Wayne replied, a kind of incomprehensible pride in his tone.

Rosalynn's fingertips tensed a bit.

Whenever Wayne went out to eat with her, she was the one to order.

Every time, she ordered according to Wayne's preferences. Over the past five years, this has become a habit.

Hilaria glanced at Rosalynn, somewhat puzzled.

"Why just order what he wants? What about you? Don't you have any favorites?" Old Mrs. Jared asked.

Perhaps it was the hormonal changes during pregnancy, but for some reason, Rosalynn was feeling a bit emotional.

"How could it be? The dishes you ordered seem delicious to me." Rosalynn quickly pulled herself together and replied with a grin.

Hilaria nodded and said kindly, "It seems that our Ms. Tesdal does have a lot in common with the old lady, even our tastes are alike!"

Wayne became a bit cautious.

He didn't take Mrs. Jared's words seriously in the car earlier.

It's no secret that Hilaria was very strict when hiring employees, and in recent years, it's rumored that she was dissatisfied with her family's descendants and wanted to find a capable heir outside.

Countless rich and noble families had gone to great lengths to send their children to her side, flattering her along the way.

"So what?" Hilaria looked at Wayne with a profound gaze, "You're about to get married, and most people in this world are shallow. No matter how well she performs as president, as long as she's with you, there will always be people stabbing her in the back. Under the guise of morals, countless people will curse her for being the home wrecker, and even her achievements will be attributed to you, President Silverman."

Wayne's face gradually grew cold.

"I'll handle it," he replied.

Hilaria snorted and stood up, "You can handle it? Where did the slap mark on her face come from?"

She had noticed the redness on Rosalynn's face for a while. But she didn't want Rosalynn to be embarrassed, so she ignored it.

Wayne's face changed slightly.

Hilaria sneered, "In the end, you don't really care if she's doing well or not! Calvin, stop eating, we should go now."

Upon hearing this, Calvin stood up and followed Hilaria to the exit.