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

purchasing equipment, Owen and

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

team was monopolizing the lab equipment, something they were desperately trying to

with the department clearly favoring Edna, Madeleine wouldn't get

and for what? It would just

Owen seemed like the

messages and making a

too busy

chance she had to talk

Corley for lunch the

why that

was because Owen, being so honest and gentlemanly, seemed more trustworthy than Corley, who was unpredictable and

were too clear, too straightforward, making her

took for runs, Roseanne searched but found no

no luck and feeling quite worked out, she headed

she left her

peeled yams, setting them in the cooker a delicious porridge the next morning, she

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

No response came.

"Professor?"