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 cer.


    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 ss of wine and downed it in one gulp.


    As soon as she finished drinking, her cell phone suddenly buzzed.


    The number was unfamiliar.


    But…


    Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    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 myte 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 lightugh, 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 businesspetition


    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 cklist.


    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 cklisting him?


    In the end, Rosalynn just deleted the call from her history.


    She poured herself another drink.


    After two sses of wine, Rosalynn felt a little tipsy.


    She fiercely tapped her smartphone a couple of times.


    And cursed: “Wayne, you bastard!”