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.”

if the mention of "Anne" didn't bother him in the

decided to drop

do you have feelings for

it sounded like a question, Corley's tone left

are you playing when you ask me that? Just a regular guy, or Roseanne's cousin?" Corley looked surprised. "So, she actually told you what we are to each other?" Owen

confirm

to get the facts straight, who else is there

was sharp as a blade. "Mr. Sullivan, I'm curious.

Roseanne?

you keep

dating Roseanne? But tell me, Mr Reynolds, what does it matter fo you who Roseanne is with? Why do you care

like that, they were back to the

you have feelings for

to answer, but

Reynolds replied, "But you still haven't

playing

difference if I'm just a guy

I don't owe you any explanation for such a personal

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