Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Having trouble finding a parking spot? Let me go help..."

Whoops! Cliff finally realized, noticing the displeased expression on Murray's face. "Ahem! Murray, Roseanne hasn't come back yet, has she?"

It had been over three hours.

Murray spread his hands and shrugged. "Come back? You think breaking up is a joke?"

With that, he walked past Cliff and sat on the couch.

Cliff scratched his head. Could it be? But soon enough, he shook his head, feeling he was overthinking it. If anyone could make a clean break, it was Murray, but not Roseanne. Of all the women who might agree to a breakup, Roseanne wouldn't. That was a well-known fact in their circle.

"Murray, why are you alone?" Never one to avoid stirring the pot, York Gibson folded his arms with a smirk. "You bet three hours, and now it's been a whole day."

Murray smirked, "A bet's a bet. What's the penalty?"

York raised an eyebrow, "Let's switch it up today. No drinking."

Murray was stunned to hear that.

"I dare you to call Anne and say in the sweetest voice. 'I'm sorry.

Laughter erupted around them.

snatched Murray's phone

few rings, "Sorry, the number you have dialed is

blocking me?' A hint of surprise flashed

gradually faded as everyone exchanged

up, returning the phone while trying to cover, "Or, maybe Roseanne is unavailable. Roseanne is blocking Murray, huh? Only if the pig can fly." Even

Anne's serious

be fake? I'm not playing this game a second time. Mention Roseanne again, and you're

after a moment, he said, "Just

lips curled in disdain.

quickly tried to lighten the mood.

...

am. Leda finished her morning run and entered the house, immediately

bowl of oatmeal, Roseanne emerged from the kitchen in a houndstooth dress that showcased her slim and straight legs. Even without makeup, she was stunningly beautiful.

high ponytail? All dolled up, and

please. Can't you wish me well

isn't that wishing you well?" Leda approached the breakfast table,