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.

while Owen took charge

protested, "Professor, you should eat too, not

"Alright."

saying so, Roseanne's plate never seemed to

she took a bite of

she gasped from

her a bottle

taking a few

asked, seeing her

nodded, "Much better, though my tongue's still a

let me

so casual, Roseanne instinctively complied,

her a moment to realize what she was doing. Whether it was the room's temperature or the

quickly sat upright, her

mucous membrane. It's a bit red, but no blister. Drink something

"Th-thank you, Professor."

iced water, managing to

"What's this mushroom?"

"Shimeji, also known as

tiny

few more on

Hmm what?

glanced at her,

Roseanne was confused.

about the mushrooms, but why was her face

time they finished their barbecue, it

neither suggested leaving. They simply strolled

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