Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 498

At the restaurant, the waiter immediately guided the four of them to a private booth. Then cthe fun part:

ordering. Soon, the food was brought to the table. It was indeed Mamie who had highly recommended this place,

and she was right. The food was incredibly flavorful, fresh, and yes, undeniably spicy. Midway through the meal,

Roseanne excused herself to go to the restroom. When she returned, a bowl of icy dessert awaited her on the

table. Owen remarked, "Something cold to help with the heat." She thanked him with a smile, feeling grateful for

how kind and considerate the Mr. Reynolds was.

After they finished eating, Owen went to pay the bill. Next to the restaurant was a lively night market, bustling

with energy and excitement. Madge was eager to explore, and Norris was more than happy to accompany her.

Roseanne thought it would be impolite to leave without Owen, so she waited by the entrance for him.

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Before long, Owen cout, holding a paper bag. "I noticed you liked it, so | had the waiter pack sfor you.

Have it tonight, but don't save any leftovers; melon doesn't sit well overnight," he advised. "Okay," Roseanne

nodded in agreement.

"Where are Madge and Norris?" Owen inquired. She pointed towards the night market, "They went there." "Shall

we join them?" he suggested. "Absolutely!" Roseanne agreed eagerly. If not for waiting on Owen, she would have

already been exploring with Madge and Norris.

They strolled side by side, the

streets lined with stalls offering a dizzying array of items, from food and drinks to clothes, accessories and toys.

Stopping at a jewelry stall, Roseanne pointed at a gray hair clip, "How much for this?" "10 dollars," the vendor

replied. "How can | make it stay put, especially with thicker hair?" she asked.

Roseanne had struggled with hair clips before. Her hair was thick, and previous clips wouldn't hold it well. This

one seemed larger and sturdier, which piqued her interest. The stall ownerdemonstrated, "Gather your hair twist,

then pull up. Divide your hair, slip your finger through, flip, twist, and secure. Easy, right? In under two minutes,

you'll be all set to head out."

Roseanne watched, still unsure. As she was about to let it go, Owen had already paid for the clip. With a

reassuring smile, he said, "Turn around." "Huh?" she reacted, a bit startled. "Lethelp you," he chuckled. "You

said you didn't get it. | did. I'll show you."

Confused but compliant, Roseanne

turned around, Suddenly, she was

acutely aware of every touch.

Owen's hands were warm and careful, gently working through her hair, As he gathered her hair up, his fingertips

accidentally brushed against her neck, sending a shiver down her spine.

"Profess" she began, feeling a mix of emotions. "Stay still, almost done," he reassured her. And just like that, the

clip was securely in place, perfectly holding her hair up.