Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 650

Roseanne, out of politeness, reciprocated the handshake but quickly withdrew her hand.

Kenney thought for a moment, then gestured towards Mamie.

Having just taken a bite of her apple pie, Mamie, with crumbs still on her fingers, felt a bit embarrassed and apologized, “...I better not shake hands, sorry about that.”

“No worries at all,” Kenney waved it off, showing understanding.

It was then that the man sitting next to Kenney, who had been quiet, suddenly spoke up.

“Miss Cole over here... seems familiar, doesn’t she?”

Roseanne looked up.

She had recognized him the moment Scales introduced everyone. Sometimes having a good memory is more of a curse than a blessing.

The man, unlike Scales and Kenney, was evidently not of the same generation. He had a mature look, his gaze piercing with depth.

Yet, he found himself seated at their table...

Presumably, he didn't qualify for the main table yet desperately wanted to attend the family dinner, ending up awkwardly at their table.

Scales hadn't mentioned him when introducing his childhood friends.

Sure enough—

Kenney turned his head, “Bro, you know Miss Cole?”

Baily smirked, “The more I look, the more familiar she seems. If I’m not mistaken, she should be from Murray’s…”

“Baily,” Scales suddenly cut in, his tone unintentionally stern, “today is my birthday, and my classmates are my guests.”

The implication was clear: Are you sure you want to be rude to a distinguished guest of the host at such an occasion?

Baily’s expression shifted but he quickly regained his composure, smiling again, “On a closer look, there is a difference. My apologies, Miss Cole, for speaking out of turn.”

Scales’ expression softened.

Mamie gave him a discreet thumbs-up.

Fortunately, after Scales’ warning, Baily seemed to back off.

Soon, the guests at the main table were all present, and Laird invited everyone to start the meal.

Separated by a decorative screen, Roseanne couldn’t see who was at the main table, only hearing the bustling voices, clinking glasses, and the light sound of cutlery.

Not long after the meal started, Baily couldn’t stay put. Picking up his glass, he walked around the screen towards the main table.

This was his purpose for attending today.

Even the appearance of Roseanne, a minor distraction, didn’t deter him from his main objective—

“Mr. Reynolds, what a pleasure... I’ll drink to you first...”

Shaw?

Roseanne felt a stir of curiosity and looked towards the main table.

But all she saw was the ink-painted screen, with shadows flickering behind it.