Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 788

Owen Reynolds cleared his throat awkwardly and admitted, “Uh... I haven’t had dinner yet.”

Roseanne noticed the tips of his ears turning red and couldn’t help but find it amusing, but she held back her laughter, worried it might embarrass him even more.

“How about some pasta?” she offered.

Owen Reynolds nodded appreciatively. “I’d really appreciate that.”

“Alright, Professor, make yourself comfortable. I’ll get started on it.”

In addition to cooking the pasta, Roseanne fried an egg, tossed in some vegetables, and layered on slices of roast beef that Norris had made, finishing it off with a sprinkle of green onions and parsley.

A hearty bowl of pasta was ready in no time.

She placed the bowl on the dining table and called out, “Professor, it’s ready. Come and eat.”

Owen Reynolds took a seat and began to dig in with gusto. He was genuinely hungry, and the pasta smelled amazing.

Roseanne sat nearby, resting her chin in her hand, watching him eat. She hadn’t expected a man like Owen to eat pasta with such grace and elegance.

He ate with large bites, yet there was nothing crude about it. His expression was serious, his gaze focused. Anyone watching might think he was savoring some kind of gourmet cuisine.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Owen suddenly looked up, catching Roseanne’s curious gaze. He quickly swallowed his mouthful before asking.

“Well, by watching you, I can tell whether my pasta is any good, and if it is, just how good it is.”

Owen’s ears flushed again, though it wasn’t obvious to anyone but himself. “You flatter me.”

“Not at all. It’s called appreciation.”

No chef would be unhappy to see their food enjoyed so thoroughly.

Owen nodded sincerely, “It’s really delicious.”

Roseanne beamed, “I’m glad you like it. Is the lab keeping you busy?”

Roseanne shook her head, “These are both for you. I’ll just have a small glass.”

She went into the kitchen and came back with a small glass, setting it in front of Owen with a playful grin. “You wouldn’t begrudge me a little beer, would you, Professor?”

Owen chuckled, “Of course not. I’d share anything.”

He poured her a glass. “Is that enough?”

Roseanne smiled, “Plenty.”

The ice-cold beer slid down her throat, sending a chill right to her core, making her shiver.

Watching her, Owen smiled and took a big swig himself.

Before long, Owen had polished off the entire bowl of pasta, even the broth, and emptied both cans of beer, save for that small glass.

Perhaps it was the slight buzz of the alcohol, but the usually composed and reserved Mr. Reynolds suddenly had a lot more to say.