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.

pleased by her

it's just the usual paperwork, nothing beyond the

raised an eyebrow,

had scrutinized every document before signing. Moreover, if Corley had any ulterior motives, he wouldn't resort to such a roundabout and amateurish

Eve. I hope my

bed. After all, she wasn't Santa Claus; his wishes were none of her

made some cookies, come

echoed from downstairs, prompting

the holiday's special

with her parents on the couch, occasionally savored a cherry her mother

host's countdown, fireworks soared into the night sky outside, bursting

yard, Norris was also setting off

ears, yet

the

smile. Suddenly, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.

from strangers, but noticing the Lumina City

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

"Mr. Reynolds, Merry Christmas."

at the fireworks