Chapter 737

chapter737

Owen Reynolds was never one to kid himself.

After a brief moment of escapism, he always chose to face his feelings head-on.

There was a voice inside him that consistently whispered-

You like her.

You're captivated by everything about her!

From the initial restraint to eventually accepting and now embracing it, he finally understood-feelings are never governed by logic. The more he tried to suppress his longing and desires, the more they seemed to grow wildly.

Night after night, dreams as vivid as waking reality served as a relentless reminder of his emotions.

So shameful, yet...

So incredibly wonderful.

In those dreams, she was ethereal, enchanting, effortlessly capturing his soul and holding it in the palm of her hand.

And he had no power to resist; there was nothing he could do but surrender to it.

Owen Reynolds was decisive in all things, except when it came to confessing his feelings to her.

Roseanne had just emerged from a failed relationship, throwing herself into her studies and research. She might not be ready for another romance.

What if she wasn't interested?

And if he laid his heart bare, how would they move forward? Pretend as though nothing happened? That seemed impossible.

The only likely outcome would be awkward encounters and eventual distance. This hesitation was why Owen Reynolds hadn't taken that step yet.

But after their conversation was interrupted by his neighbor, Mrs. Henderson, Owen suddenly felt he ought to be bolder.

What if she was open to it?

What if she had a soft spot for him too?

So tonight, he left the lab early, took a shower, put on clean clothes, and waited for her downstairs.

Not only did he catch Roseanne, but he also witnessed Corley handing her blue

roses.

Roseanne pondered for a long time, long enough for them to climb the seven flights of stairs and stop in front of their respective apartment doors.

Owen Reynolds said, "I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous. If you don't want to answer..."

"It's not that," she replied, looking up with a gentle smile, "I just haven't figured out how to put it into words."

He listened intently, eyes focused.

"I once thought I'd found true love," she began. "What's that saying? 'Easy to find

a priceless treasure, hard to find a true love.' It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"My dad always said I was stubborn as a mule, impossible to drag away. My mom called it being steadfast. But know it's a belief-a choice made with conviction."

Before meeting Murray, her belief was in knowledge, academia, and research.

After meeting Murray, he became her unwavering choice.

Even now, despite her disdain for him, she had to admit they shared a happy past.

They were once genuinely devoted, considering each other their one and only.

But life is unpredictable, and people change.

Those six years might seem like they wasted her youth, but who's to say they didn't also strengthen her resolve?

What didn't kill her only made her stronger.

"Back then, I thought loving

someone meant giving everything without expecting anything in

return," Roseanne continued, heret

eyes lighting up like sunshine

breaking through clouds, "but later I realized-"

"Love yourself first. If you lose who you are, what right do you have to love someone else?"

"For me now,

w love isn't a necessity.

After squandering six years, I've finally picked up my studies again don't want to disappoint my

professors, and I won't let mykel.ne

work go to waste. So, things are fine just the way they are..."

Whether it was Corley or Owen Reynolds, she understood Corley's intentions

clearly, and she sensed Owen's subtle affection too.