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Roseanne had always wondered if Owen Reynolds wore cologne.
It was a question too awkward to ask, so she shelved it for the time being.
With a sheepish grin, Roseanne said, "Thanks, Professor, I forgot my scarf on my way out..."
Well, she didn''t exactly forget.
It was more likeziness.
She figured since she was just stepping out to toss the trash ande right back, the short walk wouldn''t require bundling up.
Could Owen Reynolds really not see through her little scheme?
But, opting to let it slide withoutment, he quietly offered her his own scarf.
"You were asking why Professor Albina and Patten decided against having kids. It''s not that they didn''t want to; it''s because Professor Albina had health issues that made it impossible," he exined.
Back in those days, a woman''s inability to bear children was almost a death sentence.
Patten''s family couldn''t ept it, pushing the two towards divorce.
Feeling guilty, Professor Albina didn''t want to cling on and thus initiated the separation, willing to be the viin in the narrative.
But Patten wouldn''t have it.
"I heard Patten went as far as to publicly disown his family in the papers to win his wife back. For twenty years, there was nomunication until his family gradually came to terms with the situation, and they started reaching out again."
"But things were never the same."
Professor Albina was an orphan to begin with.
For her, Patten turned himself into one as well.
From then on, they only had each other in their lives.
Listening, Roseanne''s eyes reflected a mix of wonder and mncholy, "Back in those days, life was so different... slower cars, longer letters, a lifetime just enough for one love."
She gazed into the distance.
And Owen Reynolds? He was looking at her.
In your eyes, there''s a view, and you are the view in someone else''s eyes.
Roseanne exhaled, her breath forming a misty cloud, like frost on the verge of thawing.
"I wonder if it''ll snow this year..." she mused.
Last year hardly counted since the snowkes that did fall melted upon touching the ground, not even umting.
The year before, she was too busy being mad at Murray to appreciate the snowfall.
Looking back, she regretted not making the most of those moments and the beauty around her.
After a twenty-minute walk, which
seemed to aid their digestion, Owen Reynolds noticed Roseanne starting to blow on her hands for warmth. "Let''s head back," he suggested. tent belongs to
"Ah-okay!"
Under the moonlight, amidst the chilly wind, they walked back side by side.This is from N?velDrama.Org.
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The next morning, before Roseanne could fully wake, she heard knocking.
"Roseanne-Roseanne_"
Owen Reynolds?
She bolted upright, fearing some emergency, and rushed to open the door-
"Professor?! What''s wrong?!"
For a moment, she even entertained the thought of an earthquake and the need to flee.
Owen Reynolds paused, "You... might want to get dressed properly, it''s snowing outside!"
Only then did Roseanne realize she was still in her pajamas.
Though fully covered in long sleeves and pants, she felt a bit embarrassed.
But-
"Snowing?! Really?!"
"Take a look outside."
Roseanne immediately drew the
curtains and opened the balc
door. The biting cold hit her face and body hard, but the sight that greeted her made it all worthwhile.
The world was draped in white, a pristine nket of snow covering everything.
Snow piled on rooftops and branches alike.
Snowkes danced down from the sky, like feathers, swirling to the ground.
It was as if heaven was sending down letters to earth.
"It''s really snowing-"
"It''s so beautiful!"
Standing at the door, Owen Reynolds couldn''t help but
"Go
Bus
dotairs."
t ready; I''ll wait for you let
"Okay-"
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