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.

her response

just the usual paperwork, nothing beyond

an eyebrow, unfazed

Corley had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to such a roundabout and amateurish tactic. Two seconds later, her phone

Christmas Eve. I hope my wish comes

on the bed. After all, she wasn't Santa Claus; his

your dad made some

downstairs, prompting

the holiday's special broadcast

the couch, occasionally savored a cherry her mother fed her-she couldn't

by the TV host's countdown, fireworks soared into the night sky

was also setting

covering her ears, yet reminding her

filled the air, heralding

the yard with a smile. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket. An unknown number

strangers, but noticing the Lumina City IP address, she

calm, and cultured voice came through, bringing a wider smile

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

the fireworks in