The Secret Heir Return To Wealth And Love

"President Owens, you're so pretty," Rose complimented with a twinkle in her eye.

Memories flickered through her mind, recalling online rumors of how Paige's whirlwind-wedding husband treated her like a precious gem. "And you're looking great, too. We're all stunners here!" Paige laughed, her gaze landing on the item in Rose's hand. "Is that..."

"Oh, it's a gift!" Rose quickly handed it over.

Laura swiftly accepted it with a smile.

"Take care of this for a bit. I'm going upstairs to change."d2

"Mommy, I'll come with you!" Ivy, ever the clingy sweetheart, immediately glued herself to Rosalynn's side.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

"Is Molly coming?" Rosalynn extended her hand toward Molly.

Molly adored Rosalynn, but she was never one to seek out affection. She'd often just gaze at Rosalynn with her big, doe eyes, full of admiration.

Seeing Rosalynn's invitation, she obediently stepped forward.

"Love the new hair style," Rosalynn complimented, ruffling Molly's hair.

Molly's cheeks flushed with pride. "Dad botched it, so I found a tutorial online and fixed it myself."

"Next time, keep your dad away from your hair. Once it grows out a bit, I'll take you to a proper salon," Rosalynn offered.

"And you shouldn't let Felix cut your nails either. Look at Molly's fingers, Mommy!" Ivy piped up, indignant.

Rosalynn took Molly's hand in hers, frowning at the sight of a scabbed fingertip. "What happened?"

"Felix clipped her nails and messed up!" Ivy reported, still upset.

Rosalynn's frown deepened. "I'll have to have a word with him later."

Anyone else, and Molly would've protested. But with Rosalynn, it was different.

Rose stood there, watching the trio ascend the stairs. That odd girl seemed to rely heavily on Rosalynn's physical presence and trust her implicitly. It was peculiar.

"Rose, let's head to the living room. We've got a spread of snacks and I can put on a movie or a show for you. What do you like?" Paige said, holding her daughter's chubby hand, warmly inviting Rose. "I'm good with anything!" Rose replied, following Paige into the heart of the house.

As she walked, Rose took in her surroundings. It was nothing like she had expected. She had imagined Wayne's place to be dark and gloomy.

But this place was warm, even as the sun set, and it radiated a sense of comfort.

Everyone here seemed genuinely happy, even the busy servants who wore bright smiles.

"Well, is this Ms. Albinia?" Jaime and Jacob emerged from the study upon hearing of Rosalynn's return.

Jacob greeted Rose with a nonchalant nod, then inquired, "Where's Rosalynn?"

"Upstairs changing," Paige responded, handing over an eager Trista to an enthusiastic Jaime.

Jaime was over the moon, lifting Trista and pretending to fly her like an airplane.

Paige pushed a plate of delectable treats toward Rose. "Make yourself at home, don't be shy."

"Thank you," Rose said, her cheeks flushing with appreciation.

Jacob lounged on a distant armchair, eyeing Rose with a mix of curiosity and indifference. He knew that neither he nor Rosalynn had much affection for her, so her presence at Moonlit Lake intrigued him. It wasn't long before Baillie returned home.

He had left the house with Jaime and upon arrival, checked in with his wife before dashing off again. Paige had been curious about his secretive errand.

When he returned laden with bags and parcels, it became clear. Baillie had spent the afternoon scouring half of H City, collecting all of Paige's favorite treats from renowned old-time shops.