Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"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.

turned out Owen was the youngest of the Reynolds family.

if I am? What

chase. "You should know

Owen challenged, "And?"

narrowed slightly. "If you were smart, you'd stay

I'm famously not the

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

an object. She doesn't belong to

scoffed, "Mr. Reynolds, you're well-read but know little about women. 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 yourself. She won't open it for you,

walked past him,

open the door for him. To be precise, she wouldn't open it for

...

sky, the sound of waves was constant. The turquoise waters allowed a clear view

ago,

her handsome boyfriend gone home for the

chin in