NovelEnglishChapter 275 Chapter 275 Strolling along the riverbank, the neon signs on both sides flickered, the bustling noise of the city suddenly quieted down, giving Roseanne the illusion that both tand pace had slowed down. Side by side, a comfortable silence enveloped them, not awkward but harmoniously unspoken.
It felt as if doing nothing, just being beside this person, was the most comfortable state of being. "How about we go up to the bridge and catch swind?" Roseanne suddenly suggested, a gentle breeze blowing by as she tucked a stray hair behind her ear.
Owen followed her gaze towards the distant bridge: "Sounds good, though it seems a bit far." Roseanne joked: "What, getting tired already?" Owen raised an eyebrow, responding: "How about we race to see who gets there first?" He laughed at the thought, both of them in their fifties, acting like children.
But Roseanne was eager: "Alright, loser buys ice cream." Had Leda been there, she'd have teased her for such modest ambitions.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJust ice cream, and from her cousin no less. Even if she asked for something more expensive, he wouldn't blink an eye, okay? Owen, however, nodded seriously: "You're on." "On the count of three. Three, two, one-" Roseanne took off, with Owen leisurely chasing behind.
He kept a steady distance, neither too close nor too far.
Reaching the bridge out of breath, Roseanne's eyes sparkled despite her fatigue.
Turning back with a triumphant smile, she looked at him like a smug little fox- "Mr. Reynolds, I won!" Owen had already made his way to the at the freezerce store, pointing a do generously: "What flavor u want?" "Strawberry, please." Owen picked one for himself as well.
Thus, they sat lazily on the curb, eating their ice cream, basking in the post-exercise bliss.
"No stars tonight." Roseanne gazed at the pitch-black sky, her tone tinged with disappointment.
"As a kid, seeing stars was so easy, I seldom looked up." Because it was easy, there was no need to look up intentionally; anytshe wanted, the stars were there.
Elbows propped on knees, Roseanne rested her chin in her hand, her mind wandering through scattered memories.
Always the exemplary child, the envy of others, yet her parents hardly imposed restrictions or interference. Norris Cole, busy to the point of missing holidays, still fulfilled his e daughter's whims, treating her dike a princess, but never sparing the rod when needed.
In contrast, Madge's expectations were simpler, or rather, nonexistent.
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She could romp around, splash in puddles on rainy days or get asm muddy as a little monkey, as long as she was alive. "... My mom could always guess where I hid my allowance, even my dad's secret stash wasn't safe from her precise search, she never missed." Recalling her childhood, Roseanne's laughter was bright.
Her eyes sparkled like the stars, occasionally gesturing as she spoke, bathed in the warm glow of the streetlight.
Owen watched quietly, a smile playing on his lips, captivated by the radiance as it about to drown in it. And he, willingly overwhelmed, unable to resist.
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