BossNovelChapter 529
Roseanne paused, a spark of gratitude in her eyes. "You gave it to me, but what about you...?"
Owen Reynolds shrugged off the cold. "I'm fine."
"Thanks."
As they reached the corner of the street, Owen told Roseanne to wait up for a moment and darted into the
nearby convenience store.
In less than a minute, he emerged with two steaming cups in hand.
"Here you go."
Roseanne, curious, took a sniff. "What's this?"
"Ginger spiced tea."
Her eyebrows raised in surprise. "They sell that here?"
How had she never noticed?
Owen chuckled. "Seasonal special, just started stocking it."
"And yours?"
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He shook his head. "Nah, | went for a buckwheat tea."
Wrapped in the warmth of the drink and Owen's coat, Roseanne felt a cozy heat envelop her, her cheeks flushing
a lovely shade of pink. After climbing the stairs, she handed back the coat to Owen.
"Thanks, Professor. Goodnight."
His smile was slight but sincere. "Goodnight."
They headed to their respective homes.
Post-shower, Roseanne settled down to tackle her thesis, bundled up in a knitted sweater, cozy and warm.
Her phone rang. It was Norris.
"Hey, Dad."
"Has Anne hit the hay yet?"
"Not yet, deep in thesis work."
"The weather's turned cold. Don't stay up too late and remember to layer up."
"I know, Dad. We've got heating up here; it's not that cold indoors. How's Mom?"
Norris chuckled. "She's on a
ove
deadline. Oh, and | sent ssmoked beef your way, about t pounds or so. Should arrive tomorrow."
"That much? How can I finish it all?"
"It's not just for you. Share half with Owen. It's convenient, living door to door."
Meanwhile, Owen, as usual, hung his coat on the rack before pausing and taking it back down.
It still held Roseanne's scent.
He hesitated, then leaned in for a closer smell...
Realizing what he was doing, he quickly tossed the coat onto the sofa and headed for the shower, his cheeks
burning.
The next morning, Roseanne indeed received Norris's package.
She knocked on Owen's door. "Professor, you there?"
The door soon opened to reveal a slightly disheveled Owen, seemingly just woken up.
"Did | wake you? I'm sorry..."
But that seemed odd; it was nearly ten, and Owen was usually up by now, given his discipline.
"Professor, are you alright?" Roseanne asked, noticing his pale complexion.
"Just...a slight cold."
She frowned. "You lentyour coat yesterday..."
"It's not because of that! Had a bit of a cough already, must've caught a chill working late in the lab."
"Have you taken any medication?"
He nodded. "I did, so no worries."
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"That's very kind of your dad."
A chuckle escaped her as she saw his reaction.
"What's so funny?"
"Do | tell you?" Her laughter was infectious.
"You've gotcurious now."
Handing over three vacuum-sealed bags, she teased, "When my dad called, he was all, 'Make sure you give
plenty to your Uncle Reynolds." It's his way of paying respects, | guess."
Owen Reynolds: "..."
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