Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Owen didn't make a sound. To him, food was a means to refuel, and he never cared about the taste. "All clean now."

Glancing at the neatly arranged bell peppers and kale, it was evident the work of someone with a touch of OCD.

"What's so funny?" Owen asked, puzzled.

Roseanne cleared her throat. "Nothing. You should head out now."

"Okay." Owen dried his hands and nodded slightly.

Roseanne had made a whole spread of dishes, leaning toward the lighter side, the kind of food Madeleine could and would enjoy.

"It's kind of you to remember," Madeleine remarked, touched.

After the meal, Roseanne cleaned up without being asked. Owen naturally joined in to help.

While standing under the warm glow of the kitchen light, his silhouette elongated. From Roseanne's perspective, his finely chiseled profile resembled that of an ancient Greek statue. Madeleine leaned against the doorframe. "Anne, how did you meet Owen?"

to each other. Surprisingly, they had met each other

woman rose from the sofa with a smile.

remember.

you've been recuperating at home, so I brought

glanced discreetly at the gift box on the tea table. There were vitamins, fish oil, calcium tablets,

Her smile slightly faded.

talked about the graduate program

I appreciate the gesture, but please take these back. As for the graduate program, it's

Hertha was shocked.

at the hospital, Madeleine's words were full of encouragement, talking about "opportunities," "trying," and "doing your best." Why does she sound so different

guests over, so I can't keep you any longer. I'll

getting dismissed. Confused about what went wrong, she left in

in surprise, "What are you doing

simple attire, a white T-shirt paired with a quaint