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.

if she

they move forward? Pretend as though nothing happened? That

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

Mrs. Henderson, Owen suddenly felt he ought to be

was

had a soft spot

a shower, put on clean clothes, and waited for

he catch Roseanne, but he also witnessed Corley handing

roses.

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

if I'm being presumptuous. If

a gentle smile, "I just haven't figured out how to put

listened intently, eyes

found true love," she began. "What's that saying?

hard to find a true

My

Murray, her belief was in knowledge, academia, and

meeting Murray, he

disdain for him, she had to

were once genuinely devoted, considering each other

unpredictable, and people

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