Roseanne couldn't help but burst into laughter at the dumbfounded expression on his face.
"Here, take it, Uncle Reynolds—my dad's barbecue brisket is to die for, not everyone gets a taste of it."
"What did you call me?" He stepped closer, his hand bracing against the wall, "Hmm?"
Backed into a corner with nowhere to retreat, Roseanne could only look up at him, innocent eyes wide: "I was just repeating what my dad said, not my own words."
"…"
"Professor, this hallway is pretty narrow, you know... Maybe step back a bit?"
Owen Reynolds, remembering he was still nursing a cold and fearing he might pass it onto her, heaved a gentle sigh, withdrew his hand, and stepped aside.
Roseanne once again marveled at his approachability and gentlemanly demeanor.
After Owen accepted the brisket, Roseanne took the rest home and snapped a photo to send to Norris.
The response came quickly—
Norris: 【Did you give it to Owen?】
Roseanne: 【Yes, I did! Dad, don't you think you're being too generous with him?】
It was as if she wasn't meant to keep any for herself.
Norris, too lazy to type, sent a voice message instead: "Of course! You have to be generous and share the good times with your buddies!"
Roseanne: Owen Reynolds should hear this.
…And she got cornered for just relaying a message?
Remembering how the man had cornered her, leaning in close, his scent and breath enveloping her completely.
Roseanne couldn't help but blush.
Her heart rate involuntarily sped up.
She remembered how back in high school, some boys would do the same thing—deliberately getting close, making her inevitably blush.
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