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

be told, when it came to purchasing equipment, Owen and Ms.

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

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

the department clearly favoring Edna, Madeleine

for what? It would just be bad

seemed like

after sending him two messages and making a call, Roseanne

just too busy

chance she had to talk to him was

meet Corley for lunch the

pondered why that

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

intentions were too clear,

for runs,

feeling quite worked out,

home, she left her door

setting them in the cooker a delicious porridge the next morning, she kept an

up the kitchen, Roseanne decided to knock directly, "Mr., Reynolds, are you

No response came.

"Professor?"