"Come on, Roseanne, I know you're in there. Open up. Let's talk."

"Roseanne! Can you hear me?"

...

"Way to go, Roseanne, way to go! Locked the door, huh? You think that will stop me?"

From pleading to calm and gradually raging, Murray's patience was thinning by the moment.

As he was about to give up and turn away, he was caught off-guard by a pair of stern eyes. Frozen, Murray frowned deeply.

Owen stood on the steps in the dimly lit, narrow stairwell, seemingly having just climbed up to this floor.

Given the time, it was clear why he was there.

After the fiasco with Corley and Owen's showing up, Murray was infuriated yet realized that the guys around Roseanne weren't so nobodies.

dig into Owen's background. It turned out Owen was the youngest

spoke indifferently, "What if I am?

cut to the chase. "You should know what she means

Owen challenged, "And?"

slightly. "If you were smart, you'd

I'm famously not

temper. "Roseanne is mine! She was. She's throwing a tantrum

frowned. "She's a person, not an object. She doesn't belong to anyone. If

What's that saying? The depth of love breeds the fierceness of hate. Roseanne's acting out because she loves me too much." "Don't believe me? Knock on her door

walked past him, striding down

in confusion. He knew Roseanne wouldn't open the door for him. To be precise, she

...

The turquoise waters allowed a clear view of the

days ago, Roseanne

home for the holidays, she'd been sleeping in out of sheer boredom.

mused, chin in hand,

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