"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

"What if I

"You should know

Owen challenged, "And?"

you were smart, you'd stay away from

not the smart

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

belong to anyone. If she did, it would be

fierceness of hate. Roseanne's acting out because she loves me too much." "Don't believe me? Knock on

past

Roseanne's door, furrowing his brows in confusion. He knew Roseanne wouldn't open the door for him. To be precise, she wouldn't open it for anyone because she wasn't

...

under a clear blue sky, the sound of waves was constant. The turquoise waters allowed a clear view of the fish swimming below. The sun was warm, the breeze gentle, the waves

days ago, Roseanne

delivered the projects, and with her handsome boyfriend gone home for the holidays, she'd

destination," Leda mused, chin in

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