Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne offered a slight smile, "It's fine, no need to tiptoe around it."

Despite her words, the atmosphere still dipped into an awkward silence.

Suddenly, the background noise on Leda's end grew louder, "Anne, gotta go, the family dinner is starting, and my mom's been looking for me everywhere."

"Sure."

After hanging up, Roseanne was about to put her phone down when several messages popped up.

It was Corley Sullivan.

He sent over some international lawsuit documents, a notice of acceptance, and briefly updated her on the current progress. The rest were documents that required her signature. International lawsuits were more complex and time-consuming than domestic ones, so Roseanne was somewhat surprised by the quick progress.

After downloading the files and signing them online, she forwarded them back to Corley.

He acknowledged them immediately, sending back a message with a hint of jest:

"You trust me that much? Not afraid I might sell you out?"

Roseanne replied, "You wouldn't."

Corley felt a warm surge in his heart and couldn't help but smile.

was evidently pleased by her response and

just the usual paperwork, nothing beyond the current

eyebrow, unfazed

ulterior motives,

Christmas Eve. I hope my wish

flipped her phone over and placed it face down on the bed. After all, she wasn't Santa Claus;

made some cookies, come and

downstairs, prompting Roseanne to quickly respond,

eight, the holiday's special broadcast

enjoying the cookies with her parents on the couch, occasionally savored

fireworks soared into the night sky outside, bursting into

was also

by, covering her ears,

the air, heralding

Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in

strangers, but noticing the Lumina

cultured voice came through, bringing a wider smile to Roseanne's face

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

the fireworks in