"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.

had someone dig into Owen's background. It turned out Owen was the youngest of the Reynolds family. No

"What if I am? What if

should know what she means

Owen challenged, "And?"

"If you were smart, you'd stay

famously not the smart

mine! She was. She's throwing a tantrum now but will

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

saying? The depth of love breeds the fierceness of hate. Roseanne's acting out because she loves

that, Murray walked past him, striding down

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

...

waves was constant. The turquoise waters allowed a clear view of the fish swimming

days ago,

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

destination," Leda mused, chin in

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