Chapter 669

Owen Reynolds: "Grabbed lunch yet?"

"Not yet. You?"

"Same here."

Their eyes met, and an unspoken understanding, a certain kind of chemistry, began to spread between them.

Twenty minutes later-

Owen Reynolds and Roseanne found themselves seated in a barbecue restaurant.

The sizzling sound of bacon, perfectly marbled, filled the air as Owen flipped it over until it was nicely crisped. He then wrapped it in a fresh lettuce leaf and offered it to Roseanne.

Roseanne, who had been busy replying to a message on her phone, looked up, slightly taken aback. "Professor, I can do it..."

But Owen didn't retract his hand, instead, he playfully urged, "Open up."

Roseanne was puzzled.

He chuckled, "Aren't you still texting? Sure you want to use your hands?"

She quickly put down her phone and reached out, "Done. I got it."

Owen placed it on a plate, "Clean your hands first."

Roseanne glanced at her hands, freshly tainted with phone germs-Oops, busted.

Owen took charge of the grilling,

protested, "Professor, you should eat too,

"Alright."

so, Roseanne's plate

a bite of the

to the point of bursting, she gasped from the

her a bottle of iced coconut

taking a few

that, better?" Owen asked, seeing

my tongue's

let

so casual, Roseanne

was doing. Whether it was the room's temperature or

upright,

temperatures can damage the mucous membrane. It's a bit red, but no

"Th-thank you, Professor."

iced water, managing to cool the heat on

"What's this mushroom?"

"Shimeji, also known

tiny

few more on her

Hmm what?

glanced at her, "Indeed,

Roseanne was confused.

but why was her

they finished their

Roseanne wasn't particularly busy either, so neither suggested leaving. They simply strolled through the streets, enjoying a rare sunny

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