Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 603

Right outside the gates of Kingswell University, there was this cozy little diner that everyone seemed to love.

Roseanne and Owen Reynolds had just arrived when they spotted Corley already waiting for them.

“There’s Roseanne…” Corley beamed, his eyes fixating on her as if Owen Reynolds was practically invisible.

Roseanne greeted, “Mr. Sullivan, hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

Owen couldn’t help but crack a smile at the formal address.

Corley seemed to only then notice Owen, “Mr. Reynolds, good to see you again.”

Owen kept his smile, “Seems like fate keeps throwing Mr. Sullivan and me together.”

“Please,” Corley motioned, guiding him to a seat by his side before pulling out a chair for Roseanne on the opposite side.

That seating arrangement would put Owen Reynolds, Corley, and then Roseanne in a line.

“That spot’s drafty, right by the door. The breeze and the constant in and out. Roseanne, why don’t you sit next to me instead?” Owen suggested, pulling out the chair beside him.

Roseanne, thinking it made sense, took the seat.

And so, the arrangement shifted to Roseanne, Owen Reynolds, Corley.

“Feeling warmer now?” Owen asked, blatantly ignoring Corley’s sour expression.

“Yeah, thanks.” Roseanne nodded.

Corley, feeling left out, chimed in, “The draft’s actually quite strong here. Maybe I’ll move closer too.”

The seating then became Corley, Roseanne, Owen Reynolds.

Corley, trying to lighten the mood, told Roseanne, “I’ve gone ahead and ordered some of your favorites.”

Roseanne thanked him but then remembered Owen was there too, “Professor, why don’t you check the menu, see if there’s anything you’d fancy?”

Owen dismissed the need, “I’m good with anything.”

“Don’t be shy, order whatever you like.”

“Alright.”

Jealousy was practically eating Corley alive at this point.

Why didn’t she ask him to pick something he liked?

He had completely forgotten he was the one who ordered in the first place.

Roseanne naturally assumed Corley would have considered her preferences.

Soon, the food arrived, and even Owen could sense Corley’s growing discontent.

But Roseanne was blissfully unaware, busy making sure Owen tried everything, worried he might go hungry.

“Thanks, Roseanne, but really, I’m fine. You should eat too.”

“Okay.”