Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 737

Owen Reynolds was never one to kid himself.

After a brief moment of escapism, he always chose to face his feelings head-on.

There was a voice inside him that consistently whispered-

You like her.

You're captivated by everything about her!

From the initial restraint to eventually accepting and now embracing it, he finally understood-feelings are never governed by logic. The more he tried to suppress his longing and desires, the more they seemed to grow wildly.

Night after night, dreams as vivid as waking reality served as a relentless reminder of his emotions.

So shameful, yet...

So incredibly wonderful.

In those dreams, she was ethereal, enchanting, effortlessly capturing his soul and holding it in the palm of her hand.

And he had no power to resist; there was nothing he could do but surrender to it.

Owen Reynolds was decisive in all things, except when it came to confessing his feelings to her.

Roseanne had just emerged from a failed relationship, throwing herself into her studies and research. She might not be ready for another romance.

she wasn't

bare, how would they move forward? Pretend

encounters and eventual distance. This hesitation was why Owen Reynolds hadn't taken that step

interrupted by his neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, Owen suddenly felt he ought to

she was

she had a

lab early, took a shower, put on clean clothes, and

Roseanne, but he also

roses.

enough for them to climb the seven flights of stairs and stop in

"I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous.

a gentle smile, "I just

listened intently,

love," she began. "What's that saying? 'Easy to

treasure, hard to find a true love.' It's beautiful, isn't

to drag away. My mom called it being steadfast. But know it's a belief-a

her belief was in knowledge,

meeting Murray, he

her disdain for him, she had

genuinely devoted, considering each other their one and

is unpredictable, and

her youth, but who's to say they didn't