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."

to get further entangled

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

up a canvas bag

as he kicked a decorative plant

Roseanne watched the mansion

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

and everything in it were behind her, no longer a part of her

through her hair, leaning back in the seat with her eyes

Owen remained silent, occasionally

the rearview mirror. Seeing that she had fallen asleep,

was fitful, but exhaustion overpowered her, needing even

eyes and looked at him with mixed emotions. "Thanks for

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

as she covered her stomach. She hadn't eaten all day, and the hunger hit her suddenly as the adrenaline faded. Trying

probably haven't been to the Kingswell University diner in a while, huh? Feel like revisiting