"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.

calming down, Murray immediately had someone dig into Owen's background. It turned out Owen was the youngest of the Reynolds family. No wonder

if I am?

should know

Owen challenged, "And?"

slightly. "If you were smart,

famously not the smart

his temper. "Roseanne is mine! She was. She's throwing a tantrum now but will

object. She doesn't belong to anyone. If she did,

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

walked past

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

...

allowed a clear view of the fish swimming below.

days ago,

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

Leda mused, chin in

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