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 her

"Thank you."

under his eager yet pretending-to-be-casual gaze, and

do I

posture stiffen slightly,

better than when I make

visibly relaxed, his smile returning, "Oh, come on. It couldn't

be too modest,

not just polite flattery. The food

just by looking

Reynolds nodded, "And memorizing

excels at anything they

and sautéed cabbage were also successes, not a misstep in

It was rare to see Mr.

couldn't help but

"?"

"Just kidding."

dinner, Roseanne got up to clear the table, but Owen firmly

on the couch, scroll through your phone, watch

my place, didn't we used to do these things

it yourself, that was your place. Here, we do

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