Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 617

"Seriously?" Roseanne's voice carried a mix of annoyance and disbelief as she addressed Mr. Sullivan, "You can let go of my hand now."

Corley's lips curved up in a smirk, seemingly realizing his hold for the first time. Far from loosening his grip, his initially light touch solidified, wrapping her shoulders in a firm embrace. She was slender, almost fragile to the touch. Even through her down jacket, he could feel the outline of her bones.

Her subtle, sweet fragrance invaded his senses uncontrollably, making his body tense.

However, in the next instant, Roseanne twisted out of his grasp with surprising agility.

Corley reacted quickly, stretching his arm in an attempt to pull her back.

It was a game of cat and mouse.

Roseanne was visibly upset: "Corley! Enough already, will you?!"

The man's eyes sparkled with amusement: "Finally, you're not calling me Mr. Sullivan anymore."

Silence followed.

In the midst of their playful struggle, Owen Reynolds stood under the nearby streetlight, holding a paper bag.

Perhaps due to the lighting, half of his face was obscured in shadow, making it difficult to discern his expression at the moment.

eyes, was the first to spot Owen

stationary figure approached them, his gaze subtly drifting to the men's scarf around her

there,

a suit and lacked a scarf, Owen announced, "Mr. Reynolds!"

"Really?"

took out a scarf from the bag, stepped forward, removed the men's scarf from around Roseanne's

this scarf to you. I was on my way, so I offered to bring it over. Saves them the trouble so they can go grab

her chin into

felt the

the thanks with, "No problem, happy

"Bringing a scarf over

I said, I was

Roseanne, "I'm heading

Brother, I'll

care on your

the two departed, Roseanne queried, "Professor, what were you doing at

Professor Farrell for

"So late?"

to be a night

"I see."

faded as they moved