Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

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

"Roseanne! Can you hear me?"

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"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.

the youngest of the Reynolds family. No wonder even Corley stepped

if I am? What

"You should know what she means to

Owen challenged, "And?"

you were smart, you'd stay

not the

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

object. She doesn't belong to anyone. If

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

that, Murray walked past him, striding

at 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

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

days ago,

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

destination," Leda mused, chin