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.

by her response and lazily typed

just the usual paperwork,

eyebrow, unfazed

any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to such a roundabout and amateurish tactic. Two seconds

"Happy Christmas Eve. I hope

placed it face down on the bed. After all, she

dad made some cookies, come and

prompting Roseanne to

the holiday's special

occasionally

accompanied by the TV host's countdown, fireworks soared into the night sky outside, bursting into a myriad of colors,

Norris was

stood by, covering her ears, yet reminding her

the air, heralding a smooth

in the yard with a smile. Suddenly, she

never answered calls from strangers, but noticing the Lumina City IP address, she decided to

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

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

the fireworks in