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

if he laid his heart bare, how would they

encounters and eventual distance.

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

if she was

had a soft spot for

early, took a shower, put on clean clothes, and waited for

catch Roseanne, but he also witnessed Corley handing her

roses.

a long time, long enough for them to climb the seven flights of stairs

if I'm being presumptuous. If you don't want

not that," she replied, looking up with a gentle smile, "I just haven't figured out

listened intently, eyes

found true love," she began. "What's

hard to find a true

said I was stubborn as a mule, impossible to drag away. My mom called it being steadfast. But

her belief was in knowledge,

Murray, he became her unwavering

disdain for him, she had to admit they shared

once genuinely devoted, considering each other their

unpredictable, and people

wasted her youth,