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Chapter 354
After the door was closed, Cory slowly opened his eyes.
He blinked, then thought for a moment.
He thought to himself, something must have happened to Mommy….
Rosalynn stood at the door of the children’s room, hesitated for a moment, and instead of going back to her room, she went to the cellar.
Just as she opened a bottle of wine, a phone call came, informing her of the situation at the Lawrence family.
Rosalynn hung up the phone.
She felt a little annoyed.
She could have handled this situation herself, so why did Wayne have to help her?
This wasn’t a simple matter, and people keeping an eye on Wayne would surely know about it.
This definitely included Olivia Whaley.
Rosalynn didn’t want to have anything more to do with Wayne and Olivia, and especially didn’t want them to pay attention to her life.
But Wayne helped her tonight, so there was no way she could avoid it now.
Annoyed, Rosalynn poured herself a glass of wine and downed it in one gulp.
As soon as she finished drinking, her cell phone suddenly buzzed.
The number was unfamiliar.
But…
Those digits were engraved so firmly in her mind.
Even after five years, she still remembered it clearly.
Just as the ring was about to end, Rosalynn answered the call.
Her voice was indifferent and distant: “Who is it?”
There was a silence on the other end of the phone: “Ms. Jared, this is Wayne.”
“Mr. Silverman, I think I made myself very clear at the party today,” Rosalynn said without any politeness.
“Sorry, I was indeed impulsive at that time,” Wayne’s voice was still pleasant, “Ms. Jared, you really look like my late fiancée.”
Fiancée?
When did that happen?
So now that she’s dead, he can make up stories about her?
“So, Mr. Silverman, are you sober now?” Rosalynn asked.
On the other end of the phone, there came a light laugh, quite helpless: “Of course.”
“That’s good,” Rosalynn replied.
“Ms. Jared, I apologize for my abruptness tonight, so I would like to invite you to dinner as an apology,” Wayne continued.
“Mr. Silverman, you’re too kind,” Rosalynn said lightly, “My studio has been in business competition with Bane Corporation recently, and I don’t think it would be appropriate for us to meet privately. I appreciate your thoughtfulness, though.”
“I see…”
Wayne sounded regretful.
“I have something to do, so goodbye,” Rosalynn said and hung up the phone.
On the balcony of the apartment.
Wayne stood tall, a cigarette pinned between his long fingers, almost smoked out.
He took a long breath, extinguished the cigarette, then turned and went back to the living room.
His quilt was neatly folded on the sofa in the living room.
Wayne went to the bathroom, came out, and then curled up on the couch, unlocking his phone countless times, looking at the newly saved number
countless times.
Countless times he suppressed the urge to call her.
This time, he had to be patient, he had to hold her tight, so she had nowhere to escape.
Rosalynn hung up the phone, instinctively wanting to add Wayne’s number to the blacklist.
But…
“That would be very misleading,” she thought of a stranger whom she’d met only once.
And someone she could run into anytime in the business world.
What was her reason for blacklisting him?
In the end, Rosalynn just deleted the call from her history.
She poured herself another drink.
After two glasses of wine, Rosalynn felt a little tipsy.
She fiercely tapped her smartphone a couple of times.
And cursed: “Wayne, you bastard!”
