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

are my crab-stuffed rolls, are they

ready, baked dozens of them. That should satisfy your craving, you

on the floor, almost wishing she could sprout wings and fly straight to

for a week, her project had finally

leave the office a second

hungry! I'll be there soon-" Leda cooed, her

call, she pocketed

"York?"

was, standing not too far away, hands in his pockets, scowling as if the world owed him

Leda raised an eyebrow as she

distance between them closed, his expression seemed even darker than she had

your little flirt session?" York snorted sarcastically, imitating

you

to not be as

Leda: "..."

hurry, are we?

on then, I'll

swnov

take off those heels, you'll move faster barefoot, really.

Where's my

ride? Don't worry, it's

or something? Didn't you say you'd move? Get

rolls were

then I'm not moving-" He deliberately stepped closer, grinning

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