Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 544

"Damn it!" Slater hopped on one foot, clutching the other in agony.

As he jumped, he howled in pain.

Roseanne looked shocked, "Oh dear, my bad! I totally slipped. But with your thick skin, a little hit shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Mamie, witnessing the scene, immediately turned and hoisted up a table.

Yes, a whole table.

Guess the advantage of having a bit of extra weight is the strength that comes with it!

Slater was dumbfounded, "What the heck are you doing?"

Mamie replied, "Just moving stuff around—"

Without another word, she hurled the table in his direction.

Slater, forgetting his previously injured foot, leaped away just in time. The table crashed exactly where he had been standing.

If he hadn't dodged so quickly, he'd probably be knocked out cold.

"You guys—"

What's with the violence?

Not playing fair!

"Excuse me, coming through—" Scales, who had been silent, quickly approached Slater and then...

Stepped hard on his other foot!

"Ah—my bad! Rushed out this morning and forgot my glasses. Did I just step on some trash?"

Mamie, dead serious, shook her head, "Nope, trash can be recycled. What you stepped on is worse than trash, too filthy for anyone to bother recycling."

"You bunch of... downright bandits! I'm laying it out here, we need to get this done today, or I'll have the janitors come and move it for you!"

After his rant, Slater pointed menacingly at the three of them and stormed off.

But his departure...

Seemed panicked and cowardly.

Mamie burst into laughter, "Hey, if you're so tough, come back! I haven't finished moving my stuff!"

Her mood then quickly turned somber.

"Thought we had five days, and now we've got none."

The three worked until 10 p.m.

Lunch and dinner were ordered in to save time.

Roseanne checked the time, "It's almost ten, let's call it a day."

Mamie agreed, "Yeah, we'll continue tomorrow."

Scales nodded.

They shared a cab home. Roseanne was the first to get off, "Bye, see you tomorrow."

"See you."

She entered her building, the dim and narrow hallway chilled by the evening breeze, making her wrap her coat tighter around herself.

"Roseanne."

Suddenly, a voice called out to her.

Turning around, she saw Owen Reynolds in his jogging suit, forehead sweaty, obviously just back from a run.

"Professor, out for a late-night run?"