Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 513

After weighing their purchases, Owen and Roseanne continued their shopping spree, filling their cart with vegetables, meats, and eggs.

As they passed through the household goods section, Owen stopped and asked, "Need anything here?"

Roseanne remembered they were running low on shower gel and laundry detergent: "Yeah, actually."

While Roseanne was picking out shower gel, Owen too was busy adding items to the cart: towels, slippers, hooks...

Before long, their cart was overflowing, practically a small mountain of goods.

When it came time to pay, Owen insisted on covering the bill. Roseanne didn't argue but asked him to keep the receipt so they could settle up later. Owen nodded and suggested she wait outside the crowded checkout area: "It's too packed here."

"Okay," Roseanne agreed, stepping out through the express lane without purchases.

Soon after, Owen emerged, his arms laden with three large bags.

Roseanne reached out to help, but he stepped back, "No need, I've got this."

"But it's so much..."

One bag was filled with groceries, while the other two contained their household purchases, neatly divided. "Are you sure I can't carry anything?" Roseanne asked again.

"No, it's fine."

Indeed, Owen seemed to have no trouble climbing seven flights of stairs with the bags, not even out of breath. Roseanne took her two bags and placed them by the door, then asked Owen for the shopping receipt.

hesitated, "It wasn't that much, no need to

that be? Is the receipt in one of the bags? I didn't see it

as if shocked, hastily moving back to keep

Roseanne was puzzled.

later and send you the amount on Venmo. You can pay me back then." "That

But still...

What was he hiding?

did he seem so reluctant to let her see

flickered through her mind, but Roseanne didn't dwell on

moved on to prepare dinner,

a simple bowl of noodles for

a few

let

ham, and

e greens.

and tasted

sofa, she rolled up her sleeves and

it

Counting them, Roseanne realized she

...

a sigh of relief as he entered

shopping bag, he felt almost like a thief, although he hadn't stolen anything. Shaking his head with a wry smile, he started

those weren't what mattered

had primarily gone shopping