Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The door was shut tight, not a whisper of sound coming from inside.

It suddenly dawned on Roseanne that she hadn't seen Owen for quite a while.

They used to leave their apartments around the same time, often bumping into each other. Recently, however, their paths hadn't crossed at all.

Perhaps Owen was just too swamped with work, practically living in his lab by now.

Roseanne didn't dwell on it too much.

That evening, after spending some time at the library, she returned home around 8 PM.

Just as she entered the building, a figure rushed by her-

It was Owen, out for a night run.

She quickly called out, "Professor-"

But the man, as if he hadn't heard her, kept running.

Roseanne was puzzled. Maybe she had spoken too softly, or perhaps he was wearing earbuds?

Changing into her jogging gear, Roseanne decided to head out for a run herself.

Owen and ask him if he knew

it came to purchasing equipment, Owen and Ms. Payne were the first two people that

weather recently, frequently visiting the hospital. Roseanne didn't

the lab equipment, something they were desperately trying to keep under wraps. Given Ms. Payne's fiery temper,

clearly favoring Edna, Madeleine

hassle, and for what? It would just be bad

contacting Owen seemed like

some reason, after sending him two messages and making a call,

guessed he was just too

she had to talk to him was

to meet Corley for lunch the next day, but deep down, she preferred

why

than Corley, who was unpredictable and aggressive. Owen's help didn't come with

intentions were too clear, too straightforward, making her

both took for runs, Roseanne searched but found no sign

with no luck and feeling quite worked out,

left her door slightly

in the cooker a delicious porridge

vain and having cleaned up the kitchen, Roseanne decided to knock directly, "Mr., Reynolds, are you there?

No response came.

"Professor?"