Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 672

Mack couldn't contain his excitement.

Not only had he boxed up the purchase, but he'd also included a gift bag.

"Take care now! Come back soon—"

Waving at the man's retreating figure, Mack then leaned into his phone screen with a smug grin, boasting, "See, didn't I tell ya? My sculptures are top-notch, big bro loved it!"

【Ahem! Snap out of it! The dude's into the lady, not your clay model, geez!】

【So, did the handsome guy sneak back to buy the clay model himself?】

【I bet they haven't cleared the air yet】

【Props to the detective above, I bow to you!】

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When Roseanne saw Owen Reynolds return with a bottle of water and an extra bag in hand, she couldn't help but ask, "What's that?"

Owen Reynolds replied casually, "Just picked up a little something on the way."

She didn't think much of it.

Crossing the street, they continued along the pedestrian zone towards the central business district.

Roseanne glanced at her watch; it was already four in the afternoon. Time to head back?

Just as the thought crossed her mind, Owen Reynolds mentioned, "I'll be heading to Thornhaven for a conference in a couple of days. It's warmer there, and my winter suits might not be suitable. There's a department store up ahead; could you help me pick out a lighter suit?"

"Sure, why not."

It was a small favor, and Roseanne saw no reason to refuse.

The men's section was on the fifth floor, and they took the elevator straight up.

Upon entering a store, Roseanne recognized a familiar figure.

Tentatively, she called out, "Mr. Sullivan?"

Corley turned around.

Owen Reynolds and Corley exchanged a glance, clearly both uncomfortable in the other's presence.

"Sounds like a plan, efficient and straightforward."

"I'm on board; no objections here."

With agreement reached, Corley headed to the shoe department, while Roseanne began selecting suits for Owen Reynolds.

Knowing Owen Reynolds preferred simplicity over complexity, she picked out three classic, minimalist suits for him.

The man's tall and lean figure made the suits look even more dashing than on the display mannequins.

After trying on all three, Roseanne found each suited him perfectly.

Struggling to decide, she weighed each option against the man, finding merits in all.

The gray was sophisticated, the blue noble, and the dark gray composed.

"Professor, which one do you prefer?" Roseanne looked up to ask him.