Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The night was thick with silence, only pierced by the sound of lab equipment humming and keyboards clacking.

Owen glanced aside to see the girl meticulously noting down data, the soft light casting a delicate shadow across her face.

Before, he was used to pulling all-nighters alone, the quiet company of his experiments his only solace. But tonight, having someone there beside him felt strangely comforting, an unfamiliar yet intriguing change.

By the time they left the lab, it was already the early hours of the morning.

Back at their apartment building, they exchanged a brief "Goodnight," with Roseanne heading into her apartment first.

Owen couldn't help but watch her slender figure disappearing through the door, reminding him of the afternoon's downpour when he saw her standing in the hotel lobby, looking as though she'd stepped out of a painting. Her elegance seemed out of place in their mundane surroundings.

Owen shook his head to shake off his thoughts and quickly ducked back into his apartment, feeling strangely vulnerable.

After a quick shower, Roseanne was out like a light, the exhaustion of the day pulling her into a deep sleep. Across town, under the same night sky, Millie was having a far less peaceful night. It was already 2 AM, and Murray hadn't come home yet.

...

Beverley had thrown at her earlier in the day were like thorns in her mind, impossible to shake off.

the darkness almost oppressive. "Where is everyone?!" she yelled, her voice echoing through the empty

on their robes before rushing to Millie's side. "Ms. Millie, what's wrong? Are you not feeling well? Should we call

expression and snapped, "You two sleep like the dead! Are you here to have fun or to look after me and the

The housekeepers, completely taken

middle of the night besides sleep. Yet, they knew better than to

one of them managed to

some chicken soup," Millie demanded, her tone

housekeeper's voice

was cold.

I'll start on it

her back from the day's activities and the