Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 455

Owen stepped out, finding himself in an unavoidable collision course with the coat rack directly across from the bathroom door.

He was cradling a bundle of clothes, his hair still damp, droplets tracing distinct paths down his neck, soaking into the fabric of his t-shirt. Moisture coated his neck and cheeks, blurring the lines between sweat and water.

The second he spotted Roseanne, it was like his brain had a total meltdown.

She was clad in a black tank top, the snug material accentuating her curves and leaving a small section of her waist bare, revealing a delicate navel.

Her slender arms, the pronounced collarbones, and the way her skin seemed to glow against the black fabric...

She was the spitting image of the woman in his dreams.

Roseanne froze on the spot, her t-shirt in hand forgotten, as she stood rooted to the ground.

"Mr... Mr. Reynolds..."

Owen quickly turned his back, taking deep breaths to steady his voice, striving for calmness- "Sorry for using your bathroom."

But only he knew how tight his throat felt, his voice barely concealing the turmoil inside.

Thump-thump-thump-thump-

chest was pounding wildly,

to head back to his own

a scene of chaos: a group of technicians

air

technicians hanging outside his bathroom window, rendering the room unusable. So, Owen ended up

her but hesitated at her bedroom

if he disturbed her

he could quickly finish without any interruptions, he hadn't expected their

her words, "I-I thought you

was an

back, Roseanne felt her cheeks

it's okay now... you can turn

Owen faced her again.

met, filling the air

thick min

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of something else...

of embarrassment and et