Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 237

Owen adjusted his glasses, his expression unreadable.

The next moment, Corley crossed the street, heading towards Roseanne. "Was about to head up to see you, didn't expect to bump into you here."

"Something up?"

"Yeah," he nodded, his face somewhat serious. "Can we talk somewhere else? Is that okay?"

Roseanne glanced at Owen, and Corley's gaze naturally followed.

"Fancy seeing you again, Mr. Reynolds."

Owen replied, "Not so fancy, considering you're here for Roseanne. It's easy to run into me."

Corley paused, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Owen met his gaze squarely, calm and unflinching.

"Half an hour, will that do?" Roseanne checked her watch.

"That's fine."

"Let's sit down at that coffee shop across the street."

Around here, there were mostly coffee shops and restaurants, and it was still quiet before the evening classes ended and students started pouring out.

So, it was relatively peaceful.

Roseanne got straight to the point as she sat down. "What's going on? Talk to me."

Corley started, "While investigating those incidents in the Maldives, our legal team gathered some evidence. But since we couldn't directly link it to the case at hand, it wasn't included in the report."

"I stumbled upon something new while going through it recently, something you might find interesting."

"What's that?" Roseanne was puzzled.

"Take a look at this..."

Corley passed her a report, highlighting certain sections with a red pen, "Pay attention to the marked areas."

"Mr. Sullivan, you're too busy for me to bother."

"I am busy, but your bothering is always welcome. And..." Corley caught her smile, "only yours. No one else gets this privilege."

Roseanne's laughter faded, and she became serious. "Thank you for telling me all this, I appreciate it."

Corley smiled slightly. "It's no trouble because—"

He paused for emphasis: "I'm happy to."

Meeting his intense gaze, Roseanne looked away, "It's getting late, I should head back."

"Alright," he stood, picking up his jacket. "Let me walk you."

As they crossed the street, Corley's gaze suddenly fixed on a spot.

Owen was still there, in the same place, having not moved an inch...