Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 729

"Roseanne, from the moment we first met at the café, I—"

"Hey there, Mr. Reynolds, Roseanne! Why are you just standing here? Aren't you going up?" Their downstairs neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins, approached them with her arms full of grocery bags, her face beaming with a friendly smile.

"It's freezing out here! I nearly turned into a popsicle... But, you know, these late-night sales are too good to pass up!"

The local supermarket always had a knack for slashing prices after 9 PM. Mrs. Jenkins was thrifty and often ventured out on chilly evenings for the best deals.

Given the situation, continuing the conversation seemed impossible.

Owen Reynolds swallowed the words he had been about to say.

"Come on, let's head up together," Mrs. Jenkins invited warmly.

Roseanne stepped forward to take the bags: "Let me help you with those..."

But in the next moment, Owen Reynolds took them from her, striding ahead. "I got it."

Mrs. Jenkins chuckled. "Owen here is such a gentleman! That's the word you young folks use, right? Gentleman! Don't you agree, Roseanne?"

Roseanne nodded, "Yes, I do."

"Honestly, a fine young man like him should have a girlfriend by now. But he's always buried in his research, aiming for that Nobel Prize or something! It's good to be ambitious, but wouldn't it be better to make some time for romance too?"

"Roseanne, you wouldn't believe it, but Vernon from the third floor and I have tried setting him up on dates. Every time we get something planned, he suddenly becomes a ghost—busy with work, gone for days. He thinks we don't know he's avoiding it!"

"You seem like such a sweet and sensible girl. Surely your friends are just as wonderful? Maybe you could introduce him to someone suitable!"

Roseanne laughed, glancing at Owen's suddenly stiff back. "Sure, I'll keep an eye out for the professor."

"That's the spirit! Neighbors should always look out for each other..."

Finally reaching the sixth floor, Owen set down the bags, quickly bid Mrs. Jenkins goodbye, and hurriedly dragged Roseanne up to their floor.

Mrs. Jenkins paused mid-action of unlocking her door, blinking. Wait a minute... were they holding hands?

On the seventh floor, Owen released her, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "Don't mind what Mrs. Jenkins said. I... I've never been to..."

"Hmm? Been where?" Roseanne blinked curiously.

Owen gritted his teeth.

"Professor, why are you so quiet?"

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