The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love pdf

Chapter 1933

Chapter 1933

“When he gets the full picture, he’ll make his own decision,” Wayne said, flipping his phone face down on the table.

“Didn’t we promise Cory and Ivy a camping trip? This morning, when I woke Ivy up, I heard her mumbling about it.”

“Right.” Rosalynn lightly slapped her forehead. “I completely forgot!”

“Our little girl was dreaming about catching fireflies last night,” Wayne said with a chuckle. “We probably won’t

have time before school starts, but I’ll check the weather forecast and we can take them afterwards, okay?”

“Okay,” Rosalynn nodded.

Her gaze fell to Wayne’s injured wrist.

He wore a long–sleeved shirt that hid it well. “How’s your wound?”

Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt

“What wound? It’s just a scratch, probably healed by now,” Wayne said nonchalantly, then changed the subject

back to camping.

The next morning, Jacob’s pastry chef arrived.

He bustled around and had a cheesecake ready before Erica woke up, then he left without a sound.

Erica looked like she hadn’t slept well; she seemed even more drained than when she first arrived.

Breakfast was served soon after.

Larkin glanced at a delicate cake on the table. “Is it someone’s birthday today?”

The servant shook his head. “This was ordered by Mrs. Silverman. She said Erica likes it.”

Erica snapped back to reality and glanced at the cake in front of her.

It wasn’t the type she usually had, so she didn’t think much of it.

Her mouth was bitter, and she did crave something sweet.

So she took a small spoonful.

The familiar taste spread over her tongue.

Erica paused, she looked at the cake. She was no fool.

She could guess where the cake came from with a little thought.

Erica didn’t say anything.

She put down the spoon and didn’t touch the cake again.

Rosalynn got up early to check on Max’s recovery.

Upon her return, she saw the servant removing the barely–touched cake.

“Don’t you like it anymore?” Rosalynn asked casually as she walked over.

Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm

Erica shook her head. “I liked it when I was little, but I’ve grown out of it. It’s too rich.”

That jerk Jacob, still trying to piss her off!

“Larkin, I want cake,” Erica said, looking at Larkin. “But not something too rich, I want something light.”

Larkin was smart. He had guessed who the cake was from the moment Erica put down her spoon after the first

bite.

If she was happy and finished the cake, he’d be happy, too.

But if she didn’t eat it and even seemed disgusted, that made him even happier.

“Alright, just wait here. I’ll go buy one,” Larkin said, patting Erica’s head, then turned to Rosalynn.

Rosalynn nodded in approval, and Larkin left.

“How are you feeling?” Rosalynn asked, sitting beside her.

Erica lowered her head, sighing deeply, and shook her head slowly. “I might need a long time to recover, but… life

goes on. I can’t have Larkin hovering over me all day, can I?”