Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne was speechless.

Did Leda do that on purpose? How else could a call directly land in Owen's hands?

Anyone else wouldn't have made it here so fast!

Ten minutes later.

After making sure Leda was settled, Roseanne tiptoed out of the room and closed the door behind her.

Turning around, she saw Owen sitting on the living room couch, his gaze fixed on a cluster of beer cans yet to be cleaned up.

"Did she drink all these by herself?" His voice wasn't exactly harsh, but Roseanne felt an undeniable pressure.

She told the truth, "I had a few sips myself."

"Just a few sips?" Owen looked at her steadily, his gaze piercing.

Roseanne gave up the pretense: "Ahem! Two cans... that's not too much, right? But honestly, I'm not drunk."

alcohol, and partly because she mixed the cabinet's wine with the beer, which intensified the effect. Owen also felt a bit of a headache:

react. By the time she realized what he said, Owen had already rolled up his sleeves and started cleaning efficiently. She

cleaning up, it was already

"Wait for me a moment, I'll go take out the

the door, Roseanne also stood up: "I'll come with you. I could

at her,

"Oh, right!"

led the way with Roseanne a few steps

tall figure cast a long shadow on the floor under the side lighting, and Roseanne stepped

me." Suddenly, Owen broke the

it about the blind

few times, and Roseanne guessed it might be

Owen hummed in affirmation.

side by side. Instead of heading back, they followed the street lights, walking forward. "With

understand Nola's insistence on

a marriage alliance, the old family tradition of matching social

came from

to marry Desmond Reynolds. She didn't feel dominated by her