Chapter 697 In the breezy gazebo, Owen Reynolds and Corley were seated on the ground, encircling Roseanne in the middle.

Corley, with squinted eyes and a head that seemed to rest heavily on Roseanne's shoulder from Murray's angle, looked as if he was leaning on her for support.

Owen, too, had his eyes closed, maintaining a more poised posture than Corley, with one hand propping up his head, but his shoulder was snug against Roseanne.

It wasn't about taking advantage, but rather providing a pillar for the sleeping Roseanne to lean on.

So, even in slumber, they didn't let their supporting shoulders slack, maintaining the pose throughout the night.

Halfway through, Corley, feeling a pang of sympathy, suggested they switch places.

Owen Reynolds quipped, "No need, she's light as a feather."

Corley was left speechless. Owen was clearly not one to forget past grudges!

Despite all three being fully clothed and devoid of any inappropriate gestures, there was an undeniable undertone of intimacy and affection.

faint flush on her cheeks,

jealousy can see horns on his head

went blank, as if something heavy had just crashed down

some early birds drawn by the commotion left them equally stunned. What was

by "Mr. Sherwood's" reaction, perhaps three men were

the same time as Murray but lagged behind due to her bulk, barged in. Even Scales managed to overtake her,

eyes in disbelief at the scene. But then, considering how attractive the trio looked together, she mused it might not be so bad after

her head, her worries morphing into a sprint

However, someone was quicker.

groggy Roseanne from between the

woke up at the sound of Murray's approaching

laid

Corley immediately stood up,

lost your mind? Can't you see she's weak? After getting caught in the rain and getting injured last night it took us a while to stabilize her temperature. If you wanna act

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