Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 603

Right outside the gates of Kingswell University, there was this cozy little diner that everyone seemed to love. Roseanne and Owen Reynolds had just arrived when they spotted Corley already waiting for them.

"There's Roseanne..." Corley beamed, his eyes fixating on her as if Owen Reynolds was practically invisible. Roseanne greeted, "Mr. Sullivan, hope you haven't been waiting long."

Owen couldn't help but crack a smile at the formal address.

Corley seemed to only then notice Owen, "Mr. Reynolds, good to see you again."

Owen kept his smile, "Seems like fate keeps throwing Mr. Sullivan and me together."

"Please," Corley motioned, guiding him to a seat by his side before pulling out a chair for Roseanne on the opposite side.

That seating arrangement would put Owen Reynolds, Corley, and then Roseanne in a line.

"That spot's drafty, right by the door. The breeze and the constant in and out. Roseanne, why don't you sit next to me instead?" Owen suggested, pulling out the chair beside him. Roseanne, thinking it made sense, took the seat.

And so, the arrangement shifted to Roseanne, Owen Reynolds, Corley.

"Feeling warmer now?" Owen asked, blatantly ignoring Corley's sour expression.

"Yeah, thanks." Roseanne nodded.

Corley, feeling left out, chimed in, "The draft's actually quite strong here. Maybe I'll move closer too."

The seating then became Corley, Roseanne, Owen Reynolds.

Corley, trying to lighten the mood, told Roseanne, "I've gone ahead and ordered some of your favorites."

Roseanne thanked him but then remembered Owen was there too, "Professor, why don't you check the menu, see if there's anything you'd fancy?"

the need, "I'm good with

order

"Alright."

practically eating Corley

she ask him to

forgotten he was the one who ordered in

would have considered her

food arrived, and even Owen

busy making sure Owen tried everything, worried he might go

but really, I'm

"Okay."

the two of them interact so comfortably, Corley's temper

had Roseanne ever been so attentive to

since when did Owen

Mr. Sullivan, not eating?"

lost my appetite," Corley

you love meatloaf,

lifted, "You remember

"Of course!"

were momentarily

and York Gibson hates fish but

heart sank. Maybe she didn't have to

favorites was enough

always been thoughtful, catering

Corley was just

surprisingly not offended, responded, "Yeah, she's been like

her for years, no need for your