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.

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

I am? What if I'm

should know what she means to

Owen challenged, "And?"

slightly. "If you were smart, you'd

not the smart

was. She's

She doesn't belong to anyone.

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?

that, Murray walked past him, striding

furrowing his brows in confusion. He knew Roseanne wouldn't open the door

...

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

ago, Roseanne

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

mused, chin in hand,