Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 729

"Roseanne, from the moment we first met at the café, I—"

"Hey there, Mr. Reynolds, Roseanne! Why are you just standing here? Aren't you going up?" Their downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, approached them with her arms full of grocery bags, her face beaming with a friendly smile.

"It's freezing out here! I nearly turned into a popsicle... But, you know, these late- night sales are too good to pass up!"

The local supermarket always had a knack for slashing prices after 9 PM. Mrs. Jenkins was thrifty and often ventured out on chilly evenings for the best deals.

Given the situation, continuing the conversation seemed impossible.

Owen Reynolds swallowed the words he had been about to say.

"Come on, let's head up together," Mrs. Jenkins invited warmly.

Roseanne stepped forward to take the bags: "Let me help you with those..."

But in the next moment, Owen Reynolds took them from her, striding ahead. "I got it."

Mrs. Jenkins chuckled. "Owen here is such a gentleman! That's the word you young folks use, right? Gentleman! Don't you agree, Roseanne?"

Roseanne nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Honestly, a fine young man like him should have a girlfriend by now. But he's always buried in his research, aiming for that Nobel Prize or something! It's good to be ambitious, but wouldn't it be better to make some time for romance too?"

on dates. Every time we get something planned, he suddenly becomes a ghost-busy with work, gone for days.

sensible girl. Surely your friends are

suddenly stiff back. "Sure, I'll keep an eye out

the spirit! Neighbors should always look out for each

the bags, quickly bid Mrs. Jenkins goodbye, and hurriedly dragged Roseanne up

unlocking her door,

apple bobbing nervously. "Don't mind what

Been where?" Roseanne

Owen gritted his teeth.

are you

"Where haven't you been?"

enunciated slowly, "A

don't worry, I'll keep an eye out." With that, Roseanne nodded, and

Sent belongs to

Owen stood there, bewildered.

Wait...

Why was he relieved?

to keep an

her closed door, Roseanne

that just

instant, she feared might finish

he boy