Chapter 514

Roseanne wasn't sure if it was too much or too little.

Was it because Owen Reynolds hadn't texted her back?

After all the dinner rolls were baked, Roseanne picked out 10 of the best ones, tucked them into a Ziploc bag, planning to drop them off at Owen Reynolds' place.

But after knocking for half a minute, the door remained closed.

She pulled out her phone, typing-

Professor, are you home?!

This time, Owen Reynolds replied quickly:

Came to the lab

Roseanne: II baked some crab-stuffed dinner rolls, saved you ten. Can you pick them up when you get back tonight?

Owen Reynolds wanted to reply "No, thank you," but halfway through typing, he thought better of it. It seemed too cold, too dismissive, especially considering the girl had gone to the effort of baking and offering to bring them over... It seemed rude.

And...

It made him feel oddly guilty.

Alright.

Roseanne put away her phone and went home.

the kitchen and barely sitting down without even a sip of water,

crab-stuffed rolls, are

of them. That should satisfy

out of her company's elevator, her heels clicking fiercely on the floor, almost wishing she could sprout wings and fly straight to

an all-nighter for a week, her

to leave the office a

be there soon-" Leda cooed, her voice dripping with

call, she pocketed her phone, then

"York?"

away, hands in his pockets, scowling as if the world owed

are you doing here?" Leda raised

distance between them closed, his expression seemed even

your little flirt session?" York snorted sarcastically,

smile twitched: "Did you take

meds to not be as desperate as

Leda: "..."

in a hurry, are we?

you, right? Go on then, I'll

swnov

off those heels, you'll move faster

"..." Where's my

here. Need a ride? Don't

you sick or something? Didn't you say you'd move? Get out of my way, you're wasting my

rolls were

moving-" He deliberately stepped closer,

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