Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The sudden recovery of her memories caught Roseanne completely off guard.

Was she really the one who had been so annoyingly persistent, refusing to let go of someone's shirt collar?

Facing Owen's teasing gaze, she found herself awkwardly curling her toes.

Owen said, "Remember now?"

"I'm sorry, I..."

"Why even ask? Of course, it's a no-go. Who likes getting their head knocked? We're not talking about a wooden block here. Plus, you said it yourself, too many knocks and you'll end up silly." His words instantly eased half of Roseanne's embarrassment.

"And yet you still knocked on my head..." she muttered under her breath.

As this piece of the puzzle fell into place, the rest of her memories gradually became clearer.

It was him who had started it all...

Owen, now serious, said, "Same old advice: drinking's fine, but moderation is key."

"Uh-huh."

Roseanne wouldn't dare object, nodding obediently like a well-behaved quail.

"What are you two chatting about?" Norris, having washed his hands, came back and downed a glass of pear cider in one go.

Owen took small, leisurely sips, a smile playing on his lips. "Just talking about drinking..."

"Speaking of which, Owen, why don't you stay for lunch? We can have a light drink; we didn't finish talking about that new nuclear power technology last time... Let's continue today!" Owen didn't immediately accept, instead, he turned to Roseanne, "What do you say?"

we shouldn't

Drinking leads to trouble!

to head to the lab this afternoon, right, so no drinking.

no drinks for Owen. We'll just whip

Owen raised an eyebrow. "Roseanne,

wanting to have a drink with

tingled. "..." She could blink no more, as if

a sip or two occasionally," Norris added, as

however, laughed, nodding seriously. "Yes,

The proud

in charge

preparing a large table full of dishes in no time, with

At the dining table-

yourself,

After

care

sure Owen was taken

turned to Roseanne.

got a

I'll get it-"

no..." Roseanne

Norris: "?"

for your

gave her a "you're

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