Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 637

It wasn't until she had walked away from him that she found her way again, slowly regaining her once radiant sparkle.

Thinking about how he had ultimately let this woman slip through his fingers, Murray felt his fascination with her replaced by a deep regret.

Grace, standing nearby, watched the changes in the man’s expression without a word, calmly taking his hand.

Murray looked at her, puzzled.

Grace smiled, "Since we're here to celebrate, and we've brought a gift, it’s only right to hand it over personally.”

With that, she led Murray forward, “Roseanne, congratulations! I wasn’t sure what you’d like, so Murray and I picked this out together. We hope it brings your lab endless success and fruitful results.”

“Thank you.” As the saying goes, one does not slap the hand that’s offered in friendship. Roseanne calmly accepted, her gaze lingering on Grace without sparing Murray a second glance.

Murray’s hand at his side clenched into a fist.

Carlson and Arkle took this opportunity to step forward with their congratulations.

Clutching his item a bit tighter, Carlson, not as eloquent as Grace, awkwardly presented his gift, “Congrats. This is a lavender sachet; it's not much, but my mom made it. You can hang it anywhere to help refresh the mind and keep bugs at bay.”

He brought three sachets.

Not just for Roseanne, but Mamie and Scales got one each too.

As he handed them over, he felt a bit nervous, worrying his gift might seem too modest, yet he couldn’t afford anything fancy.

Surprisingly, the trio didn’t show any signs of disdain; in fact, they seemed quite pleased.

Mamie examined hers with curiosity.

Inside the sachet were lavender and other herbs whose names he didn’t know. The scent was strong at first but had an excellent refreshing effect.

As he took in more of the aroma, it softened, becoming more rounded.

It was magical!

“Thank you.”

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As Scales guided them through, explaining and occasionally demonstrating how to use the smart systems, Carlson and Arkle’s expressions went beyond shocked.

A private independent laboratory...

Just the name alone was enough to stir the soul.

The further in they walked, the more they saw, the greater their excitement grew.

On the lab benches lay an array of precision instruments, all marked with dates from the last two years or newer, some of which Carlson recognized only from scientific journals.

If he remembered correctly, each of these instruments could go for around a hundred thousand dollars. And in this lab, he had already counted three!