Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne groaned internally, "Doesn't your conscience hurt?"

After snoozing for an hour, Roseanne blinked open her eyes to find it was already 8 AM. She hurriedly got ready and dashed out the door, heading straight to the lab.

Owen noticed she was half an hour late today and looked a bit off. Surprised, he asked, "Rough night?"

Roseanne shook her head, "Not exactly. Just stayed up too late."

Owen raised an eyebrow but didn't pry further.

Roseanne slapped her cheeks lightly, forcing herself to perk up- Time to get to work!

By lunchtime, after eating, Roseanne began to yawn uncontrollably.

Owen saw her struggling and suggested, "Don't push yourself too hard. Why not take a nap in the break room?"

Feeling genuinely exhausted, Roseanne didn't argue.

Owen continued with his work. Two hours later, as he passed by the break room, he remembered Roseanne was still inside. He knocked first, getting no response, "...Roseanne? You okay in there? I'm coming in."

Worried she might be unwell, he gently pushed open the door, only to find her curled up in a corner, a small, peaceful bundle, breathing evenly in deep sleep.

He sighed in relief, and the next second, couldn't help but chuckle.

a little kitten-quiet

...

two days in the hospital, Millie was climbing the walls, desperate to

decide for her and ended up calling Murray, who just hung

no choice, they called

because you're carrying a baby, you can act all high and mighty. If you wanna play with fire, go ahead, but better hope that baby comes out fine. Otherwise, you'll be in a world of trouble!" Millie

the hospital, warning, "This

servants, who had just enjoyed two days of peace, felt the storm clouds gathering again.

Especially for Sadie!

arrived, Sadie

dead on her tiny cot

room, her expressio very picture of despair: "I was just

the

imposing a strict regimen for her, including

rebel but lacked even the courage

get out! Now!" she screamed at the servants, venting

was ready, and she stormed out, the nannies

to you, ensuring your and the

the verge

at the entrance of a shopping mall, stormed in, and grabbed whatever was

to buy or wouldn't dare to,