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.

"If you like it, feel free to

dinner." He added shyly, his eyelashes fluttering, "With your cooking skills and being such a wonderful person, anyone dating you would

"Excuse me for a moment. I'll see what that's

dragging her outside without a word. Roseanne

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

her gaze dropping. "We've broken up. His matters

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

you in love with him? Is this how you show your love? You know Murray didn't mean it when he suggested breaking up. You

way did he not treat you well? Living in a mansion, wearing designer clothes, picking any jewelry you

luxuries, her envy clearly showing. She didn't even have a

well of you. All I'm asking is for you to visit Murray in the hospital, and even that's too

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

bitterly. "Just remember what you've said today. 1 hope you keep