Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Millie felt a twinge of unease, gently nudging Murray's arm. "Babe, what's up?"

Murray snapped back to reality, waving it off. "Nothing. I'm fine now. Focus on your classes. You don't need to check up on me. I've got a ton of work at the office coming up, so I won't have much time to hang out."

Millie paused for a second, then nodded with a smile. "Okay, got it."

As she left the luxurious mansion, her smile gradually faded, and a heavy feeling settled in her heart, darkening her eyes. Something had bothered Murray. And it wasn't there before.

After hesitation, she pulled out her phone and dialed York's number. Among Murray's close friends, York was the only one she had contact info for.

When the call connected, she put on a bright smile. "Hey, York, good evening. Has something been going on at the hospital? I left the house, and Murray seemed a bit off. Is Roseanne causing trouble again?"

On the other end, York, who had just met a girl he liked at the bar, replied absently, eager to return to his evening. "Nobody's shown up. She's just been making oatmeal."

With that, he hung up in a hurry.

It was as she thought. Millie bit her lip, her gaze turning icy as she put away her phone.

The next morning, she headed to the library and found Roseanne deep in her studies.

Millie went to the point. "Murray is my boyfriend now. Since you two broke up, let's make things clear. Cut out these unnecessary actions and just let go completely!"

Still mulling over a problem from her study material, Roseanne found Millie's claim amusing but responded sternly. "Don't worry. I'm not the type to revisit old flames. He's all yours." Watching Millie storm off, Roseanne pushed aside the distraction and focused on her work again.

As she left the library in the evening, she bumped into Carlisle. He had been busy with classes and hadn't been to the library in days, making the encounter a pleasant surprise. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Their last dinner had been awkward due to an unexpected interruption from Hertha, leaving Roseanne feeling she owed him a proper meal.

"This time, let me make it up to you with a home-cooked dinner. Are you free?" Roseanne offered.

Carlisle's face lit up with joy. "Of course! I wouldn't miss it!"

Her cooking was legendary.

From a distance, the sight of them laughing and walking side by side caught Murray's eye, turning him red with rage, his grip on the steering wheel whitening.

Last time, hearing Beverley complain

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about them meeting in the library and with Leda refusing to share her current address, he had hoped to luck out by visiting the library.

But what did he see? Roseanne was chatting happily with another man, not the same one from the restaurant encounter.

What was she trying to do? She had succeeded if she aimed to pick some random guy to make him jealous.

Fuming, Murray drove after them, following them to a rundown alley. The place was in disrepair, with peeling walls covered in moss, and the narrow pathway felt

claustrophobic.

He suddenly remembered Cliff mentioning that Roseanne lived in a "not so great" area, but he hadn't imagined it would be this bad.

Unable to drive further, he parked at the alley entrance and followed on foot.

Meanwhile, ahead of him, Roseanne was oblivious that someone was following her.