The Secret Heir's Return to Wealth and Love novel Chapter 1833

Paige quickly replied, "This photo is so cute, like she just walked out of a cartoon."

Erica chuckled, "That's the nun, Sister Mary, I mentioned before."

Paige, who recently became a mom, was brimming with maternal love. She immediately replied with a teary-eyed emoji, "She's so adorable! If her parents were still around, they'd spoil her rotten!"

Erica read the message then glanced back at Mary.

"Is there something on my face?"

Erica shook her head and continued chatting with Paige for a bit.

It was a Monday in the middle of the month.

Rosalynn was probably in a remote video conference.

Jered Ventures was in the midst of negotiating a massive acquisition deal, and she needed to help brainstorm solutions.

After breakfast, Mary started to get busier.

Erica didn't bother her, finding a quiet, brightly lit spot that wasn't directly in the sun.

Slowly, she started to go over the accounts from several stores for the past half month.

The accounts were numerous and complicated, she dived in headfirst and lost track of time.

By the time Larkin woke up, it was already noon.

There was a monk in the room reading the scriptures.

Seeing another monk, Larkin knew Erica wasn't there.

She seemed carefree, but was actually very polite and orderly.

Her not being there with him was to be expected.

The monastery was big, but it wouldn't be hard for Larkin to find Erica.

She didn't like dark places, direct sunlight, or crowds.

After he woke up, finding her would be a breeze.

Larkin also walked towards her with a smile.

"How did you know I was here?" Erica looked up at Larkin and asked softly.

Larkin gently stroked her cheek, "If I can't find my wife, I’m not a good husband, right?"

"Are you hungry?" Erica glanced at the time, "It's already this late? You must be starving, you didn't even have breakfast!"

She stood up, taking Larkin's hand, "Come on, let's go to the cafeteria!"

Larkin didn't move.

Instead, he pulled Erica back.

Erica lost her balance and grabbed onto Larkin's waist to steady herself.

"What's up?"

"We're not going to the cafeteria." Larkin reached up, removing a small dead twig that had fallen into her hair, "The Prior is cooking. We'll eat there."