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, threatening

head back to

entering his bathroom, he was met with a scene of chaos: a group of technicians

designed with dedicated spots for air conditioning units, so

AC unit was being serviced, with technicians hanging outside his

had thought about informing her but

if he disturbed

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

t-shirt, stumbling over her words,

an awkward

turned back, Roseanne felt her

Reynolds, it's okay now... you can

Owen faced her again.

eyes met, filling

thick min

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of something

of embarrassment and et