Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 825

Norris mumbled a vague reply, brushing off the question.

Clearly, he had no intention of going into detail.

Roseanne didn’t press any further.

…

Rodriguez Manor

Neely and Geneva had known their daughter and son-in-law would be visiting for a week now. Ever since they got the news, the two of them threw themselves into a whirlwind of cleaning, scrubbing the house from top to bottom until it gleamed.

They’d even redecorated Madge’s old bedroom, swapping out her twin bed for a double. Knowing Norris loved tending to plants, they’d set up a cozy little spot in the sunroom, complete with a variety of pots and soil, all ready for him to use.

They didn’t miss a single festive detail—the house was decked out with everything you’d expect for the holidays: wreaths, garlands, twinkling lights strung from the banister, a bright red “Welcome Home” sign by the door. The whole place radiated warmth and celebration.

Early that morning, Neely and Geneva were up before the sun, changing into their best new outfits—matching sweaters, crisp shirts, and slacks—faces beaming as they prepared to welcome their daughter and son-in-law home.

“What time is it?” Geneva asked.

Neely glanced at his watch. “Just past eleven.”

“They got to the train station a little after ten, so they should be here any minute. Did you set out the slippers?”

The housekeeper nodded. “Everything’s ready, ma’am. Don’t worry.”

“Is the tea cold?” Neely fretted.

“No, no, it’s still warm,” the housekeeper assured him, checking the pot.

“Warm isn’t good enough! Tea’s meant to be piping hot. Pour this out, I’ll brew a fresh pot when they arrive.”

“Of course.”

“Oh, and don’t start slicing the fruit yet,” Geneva suddenly remembered. “Wait until they get here so it’s fresh.”

“Understood.”

“Is the living room all tidied up?”

“Did someone clean the guest bathroom again this morning?”

“How’s the kitchen prep going?”

Neely nodded. “Don’t worry about us. You eat, all of you—Norris, Anne, help yourselves.”

“Thank you, Dad,” Norris said, already digging in. “Mom, your cooking is incredible. Every dish is better than the last.”

Geneva’s eyes lit up. “If you like it, eat plenty!”

“I will. But you two need to eat as well!”

“Of course!”

Neely and Geneva picked up their forks, but barely touched their food, too busy sneaking glances at their daughter and son-in-law.

Madge could only shake her head in exasperated amusement.

Finally, Roseanne stood up and, with a smile, served her grandparents each a generous helping of braised pork. “Grandpa, Grandma—if you keep staring at Mom like that, she’s going to get self-conscious.”

“Ahem! Right, right. No more staring—let’s eat!” Neely said, hastily popping the pork into his mouth.

Geneva reluctantly tore her gaze away, but the fondness in her eyes lingered.

If love could take a physical form, Geneva’s gaze in that moment would have been stickier than honey, sweeter than syrup.