Corley noticed Roseanne shivering uncontrollably and immediately began to take off his jacket, intending to wrap it around her.
However, Owen Reynolds interjected, "Your jacket's soaked through as well. Use mine instead."
As he spoke, he was already unzipping his parka and carefully draped it over Roseanne.
Corley was left speechless.
Despite drinking hot tea and changing into dry clothes, Roseanne couldn't shake off the deep chill that seemed to seep into her bones. Not only did it not dissipate, it seemed to grow even more intense.
In the dead of night, the rain began to fall again, a persistent drizzle that wasn't the torrential downpour of a thunderstorm but was relentless all the
same.
Accompanying it was the howling cold wind.
The gazebo they sought shelter under had only a roof supported by a few columns, offering no protection from the elements. The wind cut right through them.
"I'm so cold," Roseanne's voice trembled.
Wrapped in Owen Reynolds' parka and hugging her arms tightly, she still felt the warmth draining rapidly from her body.
Her eyelids grew heavier by the moment.
She was exhausted and wanted to catch a bit of sleep, but closing her eyes brought no relief.
Seeing her discomfort, Corley, undeterred by the chilly wind, took off his wool sweater and placed it around Roseanne.
Owen Reynolds didn't stop him; instead, he silently pulled out a mercury thermometer from his bag.noveldrama
"I suspect she might be running a fever."
...
Meanwhile.
Murray pushed his car to 120 mph, racing to the botanical research facility with unmatched urgency.
Hertha was waiting at the gate when a sports car zoomed past, screeching to a halt with a loud squeal.
The next second, Murray emerged from the car, his expression tense and eyes steely, as he walked straight up to Hertha:
"Where's Roseanne? Where is she?"
Faced with her intimidating older brother, Hertha didn't dare play any tricks and quickly explained the situation.
Murray, taking long strides, headed directly to the control room.
The person in charge, still trying to grasp the situation, was suddenly grabbed by the collar and lifted off his feet.
It was unclear how much strength Murray used, but the middle-aged, slightly overweight manager was hoisted into the air.
"Are you a student from Kingswell
University too? Let's talk this out, no
need for violence! I understand you're worried about your
net
classmate, but this isn't a place you can just barge into. Rest assured, we are doing everything we can to
rescue her. Please, leave now..."
"Ha, asking me to leave?" Murray scoffed, "If it weren't for your negligence and slow rescue efforts, would Roseanne still be trapped? You better open the doors now? or when this blows up, nobody's walking away unscathed!"
The manager's irritation was palpable: "No matter who you are, I've already told you, the warning system isn't something that can be easily bypassed. I've called back our best technicians, and now we just have to wait for him..."
Murray cut him off, emphasizing each word, "Did you not understand what I said? I want her out now, immediately!"
The manager was speechless.
What is this, a scene from some billionaire romance novel? Is he playing hero now?
Which mental institution let this lunatic out?
"Security?! SECURITY_"
"One more time, if I don't see Roseanne safe and sound within an hour-your botanical research facility might as well shut down for good!"
After dropping this ultimatum, Murray turned and left.
The manager was left bewildered.
Really, did he think that was cool?
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