Chapter 819

But the very next second, he changed the subject with a casual remark: "Good timing, I haven't had lunch yet."

Owen Reynolds didn't bother with pleasantries and accepted immediately.

Corley's gaze darkened. "Sorry, I just remembered—we don't have enough plates and silverware."

"There are some disposable ones in the cupboard," Roseanne said, standing up. "I'll go get them."

With that, she left the room.

Owen Reynolds made himself at home, pulling out a chair across from Corley and sitting down. He glanced at the table and grinned. “Looks amazing—a real feast for the senses."

Corley let out a short laugh. "Isn't your lab busy these days, Mr. Reynolds? I'm surprised you have time to mooch a meal from someone else."

"Things slow down before the holidays, so I'm not in a rush. As for mooching... well, trust me, it wasn't my idea. Mr. Sullivan here was so gracious and invited me himself. Would've been rude to refuse, don't you think?"

Corley said nothing.

"But what about you, Mr. Sullivan? Shouldn't you be busy planning the company's year-end party right about now? I'm shocked you have any free time at all."

"I was bringing Anne some food. Even if I didn't have time, I'd make time for that.”

softly, as if the mention of "Anne" didn't

frowned, then decided to drop all

Reynolds, do you have

left little room for

actually told you what we are to each other?" Owen Reynolds replied, "That only convinces me more that when you picked her up

didn't confirm

bother to get the facts straight, who else is

a blade. "Mr. Sullivan, I'm

with Roseanne? Is

why you keep it vague and ambiguous, so people get the wrong

think? That I'm dating Roseanne? But tell me, Mr Reynolds, what does it matter fo

that, they were

do you have feelings for

to answer, but

you still haven't

role are you playing when

said, "Does it make any difference if I'm

don't owe you any explanation for such a

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