Chapter 609

Roseanne couldn't help but notice, next to the coat rack, a suit meticulously hung on its own hanger.

Pitch black, so formal it bordered on stuffy.

Owen Reynolds usually wore suits, but none seemed as dated as this one.

Yes,

dated.

She walked further in, stopping beside the dining table.

There, a meal for two was still steaming hot: two meat dishes, one vegetable, and a soup.

Owen Reynolds declared, "The BBQ ribs and bell pepper steak are recipes I picked up from you, the sautéed cabbage I learned from a cooking show, and the tomato basil soup, well, that's been in my repertoire." He was clear about the origin of each dish.

Roseanne chuckled, "Did I actually teach you? I don't recall."

"No. But I've been learning on the sly."

As they talked, Owen Reynolds had already dished out two plates, "Please, have a seat."

handed

"Thank you."

tried a rib, under his eager yet pretending-to-be-casual gaze, and chewed

how do

posture stiffen slightly, a sign

"It's delicious, even better

his smile returning, "Oh, come on. It

be too modest,

not just polite flattery.

you learned just by looking and doing

Reynolds nodded, "And

a fast learner excels

sautéed cabbage were also successes, not a

It was rare to see Mr. Reynolds

but laugh: "Not

"?"

"Just kidding."

clear the table, but Owen firmly

your phone, watch some TV. I've

at my place, didn't we used

place. Here, we do it my way." "What kind of logic is

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