Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Oh, the embarrassment!

Eventually, it was Owen who guided her through the throngs of people, managing to squeeze their way to the outskirts of the crowd. Finally, no more pushing.

Roseanne let out a sigh of relief. However, just as she looked up, she accidentally locked eyes with the man in front of her, who had a gentle smile on his face. "Sorry, Mr. Reynolds... I..."

Owen pointed to her cheek, "You've got some hair stuck there."

"... What?"

Roseanne instinctively reached up, but couldn't find the right spot. Owen helped her by gently brushing it away. Even though he was careful, his fingertips inevitably grazed her smooth, warm skin. "All set," he said, trying to steady himself.

Feeling awkward, Roseanne tucked the stray lock of hair behind her ear, blaming the crowded venue for messing up her hair and causing a few strands to stick to her cheek due to a bit of sweat. How embarrassing.

Recalling the moment she had bumped into him, Roseanne's cheeks flushed, and her breathing quickened slightly. She couldn't stay any longer...

run downstairs to grab a couple of bottles of

for a response, she

wasn't thirsty... but if she wanted something

the elevator from the third floor down to the first. Only when she could no longer see him did she breathe a

But then-

Sullivan.

lines on his forehead, giving off an overly serious and grumpy first impression. The old lady looked slightly softer but seemed somewhat distressed, with a vacant look in her

gaze, the old lady instinctively turned her head, her eyes briefly clouded with confusion before

Corley hadn't expected this

had

to

ve

and Corley had the Rodriguez Mansion prepared for them. Unfortunately, his grandmother Geneva had fallen ill due to the

when the grandparents suddenly wished to visit a bookstore. And there was Roseanne... Quickly,