Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 368

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Roseanne and her group were getting ready to move on to the next museum when suddenly, she bumped face-to-face with Beverley.

Leda let out an exaggerated "Wow."

Roseanne kept her expression neutral before calmly shifting her gaze away.

To her, Beverley was now a stranger, unworthy even of basic courtesy. It was easier to pretend they didn't know each other.

Less awkward for both parties.

Unexpectedly, Beverley advanced a few steps and, with a smile, greeted her, "Roseanne, fancy seeing you here!"

Norris and Madge exchanged a glance. An acquaintance?

They had never heard of their daughter knowing someone like Beverley... Their curiosity about Beverley's identity piqued.

Seeing their confusion, Leda leaned in and whispered a few words to them.

Suddenly, Madge's view of Beverley shifted. Norris' smile faded too, his gaze sharpening instantly.

Beverley, feeling awkward, was about to say something when Maisie, clearly impatient, urged, "What are we waiting for? Let's get out of here. It's stuffy and smells musty. Disgusting!"

"Exactly!" Farley chimed in, "I wish we hadn't come. Who cares about this old stuff? Mom, I'm starving."

Maisie tilted her chin up, instructing Beverley, "Find us something to eat. And make it fancy and expensive!"

Beverley wished the ground would swallow him up right then and there.

Roseanne and Leda exchanged a look, both surprised.

How had Beverley become so meek? What was going on with these two?

Leda's eyes twinkled as she turned to Farley with a smile, "Hello, what's your name?"

A girl taking the initiative to chat him up made Farley's eyes light up, "I'm Farley! And you?"

Ah, the times...

Roseanne's gaze deepened.

Leda scoffed openly, "Please, the Reynolds family has nothing to do with the Sherwoods. Spare me the elder act."

"And besides, I'm not wrong, am I? If not a lackey, what are you? Oh, there is a difference, at least lackeys don't have to be doormats!"

Her words hit Beverley hard, turning his face a mix of green and white, like a color palette. It was quite the sight.

"Anne, Mr. And Mrs. Cole, let's go. We've got nothing to say to people like them."

Maisie, watching as they walked away, then looking at Beverley's ashen face, clicked her tongue, "Wow, you've really made some enemies, haven't you?"

No wonder he was so unpopular!

Beverley remained silent.

This little episode didn't dampen Roseanne and her group's spirits. They continued exploring the museums before settling into a fancy Western restaurant for dinner.

"This place isn't cheap, is it?" Madge could tell just by the look of it.