Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 787

Corley had been by her side all evening.

It was fun, truly fun, and she was genuinely happy. But as the night wore on, fatigue began to creep in.

As soon as she got home, she jumped into the shower. Just as she was about to dry her hair and head off to bed, there was a knock at the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me," Owen Reynolds replied.

Startled, Roseanne quickly wrapped her damp hair in a towel and rushed to the door. "Professor?!"

Seeing him standing there was a surprise.

Owen Reynolds wasn't the type to visit this late. In his world, knocking on a woman’s door in the dead of night was highly improper.

So...

What brought him here now? Was it urgent?

When Roseanne opened the door, her hair still bundled up and dressed in her pajamas, Owen Reynolds' eyes flickered with regret.

"Sorry to disturb your rest."

"Professor—" Roseanne stopped him with a smile, "You’re not disturbing me at all. Please, come in."

He hesitated for a moment but eventually stepped inside, slipping into his usual house slippers with ease.

Except...

Next to his slippers was a new pair. He glanced at them, his expression darkening.

No need to ask—those were Corley's.

“Professor, make yourself comfortable. I just need to dry my hair. It’ll take about ten minutes.”

“Sure. Go ahead and dry your hair. Don’t want you catching a cold.”

Roseanne usually dried her hair in the living room, but since the bathroom walls were still wet from her shower, she decided to head to the bedroom.

Just as she was about to leave, Owen Reynolds spoke up.

His throat tightened as he rasped, “What’s up?”

“Professor, did you come here because you needed something?”

Owen Reynolds looked down, moved to the couch, and pulled a stack of papers from his bag.

Ah yes, he had come in with a bag in hand.

“Your dad mentioned he was looking for some papers on the intersection of bio-genetics and physics. It's a niche field, so the research is scarce. It took a while to gather these, but they're ready now. Could you pass them on to him?”

Roseanne was taken aback. “Professor, you’re so busy, yet you helped my dad find these? I need to call him tomorrow. He should handle his own issues or ask me, not trouble you.”

“It’s no trouble. I have access to these resources. Your dad is eager to learn—if he could find them himself, he wouldn’t have asked me. Don’t worry about it. It’s between your dad and me.”

“This…” Roseanne accepted the papers, offering sincere thanks.

Owen Reynolds didn’t leave immediately. After a brief pause, he suddenly asked, “Got any food around here?”

Roseanne blinked in confusion, “??”