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.

bump into Owen and ask him if he knew where to

when it came to purchasing equipment, Owen and Ms. Payne were

had been under the weather recently, frequently visiting the hospital.

reveal that Edna Moore's team was monopolizing the lab equipment, something they were desperately trying to keep under wraps. Given Ms. Payne's fiery temper, she would probably storm out of the hospital to confront

clearly favoring

hassle, and for what? It would

seemed like

sending him two messages and making a call,

too busy to check

had to talk to him

lunch the next day, but deep down, she preferred sourcing

why that

more trustworthy than Corley, who was unpredictable

intentions were too clear,

the usual route they both took for runs, Roseanne searched but

another lap with no luck and feeling quite worked out,

left her door

rice and peeled yams, setting them in the cooker a delicious porridge the next morning, she kept an

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

No response came.

"Professor?"