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 further entangled in someone

the floor. "These are my books. I'm afraid I don't have the strength now. Could you

a canvas bag

departure, fury overtaking him as he kicked a decorative plant pot by his feet

Roseanne watched the mansion

mirror. Six years was neither long nor short. When she first moved in,

last, the mansion and everything

the wind whip through her hair, leaning back

Owen remained silent, occasionally

had fallen asleep, he pulled over near

sleep was fitful, but exhaustion overpowered her, needing even a moment's

from Owen, she opened her eyes and looked at him with mixed emotions. "Thanks

Roseanne's gratitude was more than that, for all the times he'd helped, for respecting

Roseanne's cheeks flushed as she covered her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day,

to the Kingswell University diner in a while, huh? Feel like