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 get a CPRT

be told, when it came to purchasing equipment, Owen and Ms. Payne were the first two

recently, frequently visiting the

the lab equipment, something they were desperately trying to keep under wraps. Given

with the department clearly favoring Edna, Madeleine

for what? It would just

seemed

sending him two messages and making a call, Roseanne

guessed he was just too busy to check

chance she had to talk

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

pondered why that

being so honest and gentlemanly, seemed more trustworthy than Corley, who was unpredictable and aggressive. Owen's help didn't come with the pressure of owing him,

intentions were too clear, too straightforward,

the usual route they both took for runs, Roseanne

with no luck and feeling quite worked out, she

left her door

cooker a delicious porridge

waiting in vain and having cleaned up the kitchen, Roseanne decided to knock directly, "Mr., Reynolds, are

No response came.

"Professor?"