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

added shyly, his eyelashes fluttering, "With your cooking skills and being

down. "Excuse me for a moment.

Hertha began dragging her outside without a

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

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

and you're

You know Murray didn't mean it

in a mansion, wearing designer clothes, picking any jewelry you wanted, using a black card whenever you felt

her envy clearly

well of you. All I'm asking is for you to visit Murray in

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

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