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.

to eat, while Owen took charge of the grilling, placing

protested, "Professor, you should eat too, not

"Alright."

so, Roseanne's plate never seemed

she took a

she gasped from the heat,

passed her a bottle of iced coconut water, "Slow

few

asked, seeing her clumsy

though my

up, let me

so casual, Roseanne instinctively complied, sticking

realize what she was doing. Whether it was the room's temperature or the heat from

quickly sat upright, her back

can damage the mucous membrane. It's a bit red, but no blister. Drink something cold, and it should be

"Th-thank you, Professor."

gulped down more iced water, managing

"What's this mushroom?"

also known as

tiny

more

Hmm what?

at

Roseanne was confused.

mushrooms, but why was her face heating

time they finished their

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

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