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"Waiting for her?"
"Why on earth would I wait?"
"Is there something important going on?" Roseanne immediately became serious.
"Yeah. It should be... good news for you, I guess?"
"What is it already?" Roseanne''s eyes sparkled with curiosity.
The more he held back, the more intrigued she became.
"Here''s the thing..."
Owen Reynolds had visited an old friend yesterday at the neighboring business school and had "casually" made a small request.
"Professor Farrell has agreed to free up one of their biologybs for us. I''ve checked it out, and they have everything we need for our experiments, including the CPRT."
"Really?! That''s amazing!"
Roseanne nearly jumped for joy.
Wasn''t this just like finding a pillow when you''re sleepy?
She had been worrying about finding ab, and Owen Reynolds had already sorted it out for her!
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A poor soul kicked out into the cold suddenly finding a warm ce to stay, and it was move-in ready, no less. Roseanne couldn''t help but rush over and grab Owen Reynolds by the sleeve. "Professor, you''re just too awesome!"
Her dark eyes shined as if they were lit from within.
Even through the fabric, the warmth of her hand on his arm was palpable.
Their eyes met, and Owen Reynolds'' lips curved in a smile.
That''s when Roseanne realized she might have gotten a tad too excited.
She quickly withdrew her hand, "Sorry, Professor, I just got a little carried away."
In her haste to apologize, she missed the fleeting look of disappointment in his eyes. "It''s okay."
"To show my gratitude, you''reing over for dinner, and no refusals!" she dered before dashing home.
The man''s initially dim gaze instantly brightened.
Upon entering Roseanne''s house, Owen Reynolds shed his coat and rolled up his sleeves as he made his way to the kitchen. Washing vegetables, chopping, peeling garlic...
He didn''t even need Roseanne to say anything; he was always one step ahead.
His movements were so natural, he seemed even more at ease than in his own home.
The two had coborated more than once or twice and had unknowingly developed a perfect rhythm.
Roseanne would reach out, and
without a word, Owen knew whether
she needed salt or sugar, a bowl or a
te, a spoon or chopove
By six o''clock, a meal of two meats, two vegetables, and a soup was on the table.
Outside, the night was pitch-ck, and a cold wind howled, but inside, it was warm and cozy.
Knowing Owen Reynolds didn''t drink and wouldn''t let her drink either, Roseanne didn''t even bother asking.
"Thank you, Professor, for helping me out again."
"And thank you, Roseanne, for another delicious meal."
"So, it''s a mutual appreciation?" she said with augh.
Owen Reynolds nodded solemnly, "Exactly."
Braised pork ribs, stir-fried spicy pork, sautéed spinach, a mixed,
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The portions weren''t huge, but the vors were delightful, and the colors vibrant. They ended up cleaning their tes.
Owen Reynolds couldn''t help butment, "I''ve been gaining weighttely..."
Roseanne was busy clearing the dishes, the ttering sound drowning out his words, "Sorry, what did you say, Professor?" "Cough! Nothing... I''ll help."
With that, he began to help clean up.
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Noticing he was wearing a white sweater today, Roseanne couldn''t help but ask, "Professor, do you want to wear an apron?"
Owen looked down at himself, "Might as well. I don''t feel like washing up, could you help me with it?"
"Sure."
Roseanne grabbed the apron, suddenly feeling a bit awkward about putting it on him.
He was just too tall. She might have to stand on her tiptoes and then lift her hands to get it around his neck.