Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 790

Owen Reynolds glanced at the clock on the wall, suddenly realizing the time was completely inappropriate.

His ears turned crimson in an instant, but he maintained a serious demeanor. "Can't do it tonight, how about... tomorrow night? Is that okay?"

"Sure," Roseanne nodded.

"Are you heading to the lab tomorrow?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am."

"What time are you leaving?"

"Around eight, why?"

"Let's go together. I'll bring breakfast from that café by the campus gates. Remember you said their potato pancakes and coffee were great?"

"Sounds good, Professor. Thanks!"

"Well... it's getting late. I should head back."

"Alright."

Roseanne saw him to the door.

Owen turned back, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Was it her imagination, or did he seem oddly cheerful even as he closed the door?

Once Owen was gone, Roseanne quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Next door, Owen was in a completely different state.

After getting home, he was too excited to sleep.

Cousin? Really a cousin!

Every time he thought about it, a grin spread across his face that he couldn't suppress.

By 1 a.m., still without a hint of sleep, he gave up lying in bed and got up instead.

He fired up his laptop and continued working on his research paper.

It wasn't until 3 a.m. that he finally dozed off, only to wake again before six.

At 7:30, he headed out to grab breakfast.

At 8 a.m., he was knocking on Roseanne's door.

"Good morning, Professor."

"Morning," he replied, handing over the breakfast. "Here you go, eat while it's hot."

"Thanks." Roseanne took it. "Heading out now, Professor?"

Owen nodded.

"Let's go together then?"

"Sure."

...

By 9 a.m., Stoddard arrived at the lab. As he donned his lab coat, he recalled Owen's odd behavior yesterday and thought he'd offer more advice.

Sure enough, as he approached the lab area, there was Owen, already absorbed in work.

"Hey," Stoddard called, "Owen, don't overwork yourself. Health comes first."

"I'm not overworked."

"Come on, you laid it all out yesterday and you're still denying it?" Stoddard teased with a grin.

"I'm not denying anything."

"Then—" Stoddard stopped short, noticing Owen's grin that was nearly splitting his face. "Wait a minute, did you go and confess last night?!"

Owen Reynolds: "…No."