Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne checked the fridge when she got home, noticing a good amount of groceries left from the day before. She planned a hearty meal with beef stew, barbecue fish, prime ribs, and green beans. Her deft movements in washing and chopping the food were a revelation to Carlisle, who was utterly clueless in the kitchen.

"It seems most people these days order takeout or eat out. Finding someone who prefers cooking their meals is becoming rarer," he commented.

Roseanne offered a slight smile in response. "Everyone has their way of living. I happen to enjoy cooking for myself."

Carlisle watched her bustling about, taking in the surroundings. The apartment was small but meticulously tidy and thoughtfully decorated.

A small bookshelf in the living room caught his eye, filled with professional literature, among which a physics book oddly stood out.

He thought it was a bit rude to closely examine a lady's personal space, so he stopped looking around.

Soon, dinner was ready, filling the room with delicious aromas.

Carlisle was stunned after trying the prime ribs, his eyes widening in shock. "This is amazing. You're skilled in the kitchen." Having been accustomed to the heavy flavors of fast food, he found the dishes Roseanne cooked to be a delightful surprise. "Heavenly," he thought to himself.

his exaggerated expression. "If you like it, feel free to

his eyelashes fluttering, "With your cooking skills and being such a wonderful person, anyone dating you would be

setting her fork down. "Excuse me for a moment. I'll see

Roseanne opened the door, Hertha began dragging her outside without a word. Roseanne was

go to the hospital. Murray's sick, and he

budge, her gaze dropping. "We've broken up. His matters don't concern

was hearing. "Murray's got a perforated ulcer, and you're still

how you show your love? You know Murray didn't mean it when he suggested breaking up. You took it seriously, and now,

mansion, wearing designer clothes, picking any jewelry you wanted, using a

these luxuries, her envy clearly

speak well of you. All I'm asking is for

her tone was even, "Yes, it's too much to

what you've said today. 1 hope you keep