Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 675

After finishing their meal, Kathleen went to pay the bill.

Both mothers had hardly touched their food, leaving plenty behind.

Meanwhile, Corley and Owen Reynolds each had their own victories; one had snagged a sleek suit, and the other, a pair of leather shoes, both quite pleased with their finds.

Corley: "There's a coffee shop up ahead. Fancy a drink?"

Owen Reynolds: "Oh, but there's this bakery that's quite famous…"

Both spoke almost simultaneously, exchanging glances, a silent rivalry brewing.

Corley: "Roseanne, shall we go together?"

Owen Reynolds: "How about we check it out?"

Both men were eagerly awaiting her response.

Roseanne: "?"

Here we go again!

"How about this, you both go get what you want, and I'll head to the restroom?"

Corley nodded: "Alright."

Then, looking at Owen Reynolds: "The professor isn't much for coffee, right?"

Owen Reynolds: "If Mr. Sullivan is treating, I wouldn't mind trying a cup."

"…Alright." Corley agreed, though clearly through gritted teeth.

Owen Reynolds: "I'll return the favor, let's get Mr. Sullivan a slice of cake."

"…" That stung even more.

Each went their way to queue.

When Roseanne emerged from the restroom, Corley was holding a cup of coffee in each hand, unable to carry a third.

He was about to ask a server for a to-go bag.

Roseanne: "I've got it."

They chatted as they walked towards the bakery.

"…Silver? Silver?!"

"…Hmm? What?"

"What are you staring at so intently? You didn't even hear me calling." Kathleen followed her gaze, but all she saw was a bakery.

Silver waved it off: "Nothing."

Owen Reynolds took the coffee, then asked Roseanne: "Which one do you like?"

Roseanne chose a peach-shaped mini cake.

"And Mr. Sullivan?"

Corley wasn't keen on sweets, but since Owen Reynolds was offering, he was more than happy to accept—

"Same as Roseanne."

The employee: "I'm sorry, sir, but we only have one of each design."

Unique was the way to go.

Corley pointed at another at random.

When it was handed to him, he realized it was a cartoon "butt" shaped cake.

At first glance, it bore a resemblance to Roseanne's peach.

The employee was certainly considerate.

Owen Reynolds: "Didn't expect Mr. Sullivan's taste to be… quite unique."

Corley: "…"