chapter714

Owen Reynolds didn't see anything wrong with closing the door because, well, he was about to do the same.

"Wait... what are you doing?" Silver abruptly grabbed the doorknob.

Owen looked puzzled. "Aren't you heading back?"

"I haven't even left yet and you're closing the door?!"

She said this so loudly, it was hard to tell if she was questioning Owen or just venting her frustration to the universe.

Owen was bewildered. "But you're just about to leave, right? If I don't close the door, all the heat will escape."

Silver was speechless.

"Drive safe on your way back. The roads are slippery with all this snow."

With that, he handed her the bag and shut the door behind him.

Silver was so angry she almost stomped her heels into the ground.

These people, honestly!

Even her own son!

Might as well have had a roast beef sandwich instead!

...

Roseanne's foot was on the mend, but just to be safe, she planned to get it checked out at the hospital.

After packing her bag, she headed out and bumped into Owen Reynolds.

"Where are you off to?"

"Just a follow-up at the hospital.

They went downstairs together, crossed the street, and Roseanne headed for the garage to get her car.

It was a new car, and she wasn't entirely comfortable with it yet. She almost scraped the car next to hers while pulling out.

Thankfully, Owen's quick warning saved her from a fender bender.

Yesterday, when she bought the car, she'd only driven it a short distance before

letting Owen take over. He'd even parked it in the garage for her.

Sitting in the driver's seat, she awkwardly rubbed her nose. "Sorry, I haven't driven much since I got my license."

Owen quickly locked his car and walked around to her side, opening the passenger door and hopping in.

Roseanne looked at him, puzzled. "What are you doing?"

"You're not that confident yet, and I'd be worried if you drove alone. I'll go with you

to the hospital and help with your driving skills."

Honestly, Roseanne was tempted. She was nervous about driving alone, and

having an experienced driver next to her would be a huge relief.

But-

"Aren't you busy?"

Owen shrugged. "Not really, I'm not in a rush this week."

But Roseanne overlooked one thing-

If he wasn't busy, then why was he headed to the garage to get his car?

The route to the hospital was full of intersections, and with the

the hang of it, although she was still very cautious.

stoplights, Roseanne gradual. ner

Owen guided her along, reminding her to use her turn signals and check her mirrors.

This was a real test of patience.

Roseanne had a few close calls where she changed lanes without checking the mirrors, which was

dangerous. Owen was holding bin et

breath his tone naturally getting more serious: "... You can't keep doing that!"

Roseanne quickly apologized.

But at the next intersection, she nearly forgot again.

"Roseanne"

His reminder snapped her back to attention.

Owen let out a sigh of relief. "... Have you got it now?"

"Yes." Roseanne nodded.

She was ready for Owen to lose his cool, but he just sternly called her name.

This guy's patience...

Was almost too good.

...

At the hospital, the doctor sent her for a check-up right away.

The results came out around eleven-thirty, and it was the same doctor from when

she'd been admitted before.

"1

"... No major issues, but for the next

little while, take it easy. Try not to do

any jumping or running to avoid re-injury. Also, remember to rest and eat light."

This time, there was no prescription.

Roseanne pointed to a spot beside her ankle. "It still feels a bit swollen and tender

when I press here, is that normal?"