Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray was no pushover and punched Owen back with a flash of anger.

"You think you can take me on? Who do you think you are?" He swung, hurling insults, "Back when she and I were together, you were nowhere to be seen..."

Owen intercepted Murray's punch with a calm, almost chilling composure, contrasting Murray's boiling rage. "And what about you? What's your role in all this? An ex who can't let go, or worse?" Each word from Owen was like a knife, targeting Murray's weak spots.

"Looking for trouble, are you?" Murray snarled, trying to free his fist.

But Owen kept a firm grip, unshaken.

"Enough!" Roseanne had finally regained her composure. Standing up from the couch, she clutched the jacket Owen had lent her, not sparing Murray a glance.

She turned to Owen and looked down. "Mr. Reynolds, I'm sorry you had to witness this mess."

Owen frowned, asking,"Should I call the police?"

Roseanne hesitated, "Let's just go."

Respecting her wishes and not wanting to get

are my books. I'm afraid I don't have

down, Owen scooped up a canvas bag and supported

stood there, watching their departure, fury overtaking him as he

Roseanne watched the mansion

was neither long nor short. When she first moved in, she was full of hope, decorating the mansion

and everything

her hair, leaning back in the seat with her eyes

Owen remained silent, occasionally

mirror. Seeing that she had fallen asleep,

sleep was fitful, but exhaustion overpowered

him with mixed emotions. "Thanks for helping me again." Owen played it

for all the times he'd helped, for respecting her privacy and preserving

day, and the hunger hit

probably haven't been to the Kingswell University