Chapter 820

"My feelings are honest and out in the open-there's nothing shameful about them. Why shouldn't I admit it?" Owen Reynolds's gaze was clear and unwavering, his words simple and direct.

Corley stared at him, hands clenched tight. For the first time, he felt the sting of defeat.

"Does Roseanne know?" he asked quietly.

Owen didn't bother to hide anything. "I tried to tell her. Tested the waters, you could say. She told me she's not interested in relationships right now-her studies come first."

Corley let out a short laugh. "So she turned you down?"

"Not exactly." Owen caught sight of the smirk on Corley's lips but remained calm. "I never actually confessed. Not officially."

Corley's smile grew broader, almost mocking.

Owen frowned. "What's so funny?"

"You. You're hilarious."

"Is that so?" Owen's tone was cool and matter-of-fact. "Just because I don't have

a chance now doesn't mean I won't later. You, on the other hand-now or in the

have a

who's the

the

ready!" Roseanne called as she returned, arms loaded with plates and

men fell instantly silent, a rare moment

Owen at the table, there was more

in, Roseanne smiled and gestured toward the dishes. "Professor, please, help yourself! My grandma made everything from scratch. You have to try the roast pork with honey glaze, and these

delicious-they're

taking a bit of everything she mentioned. He sampled every offering

really impressive. And these meatballs, the

palate! When my grandma rolls the meatballs, she likes to dip her hands in

I guess I came at just

banter, their easy rhythm making it clear there was no room for anyone else.

clearing the table while Owen took

the other scrubbing

wasn't the first time they'd worked together

something to finish up at the

not thinking much of it. "Drive safe, okay?" Corley

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