Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The previous night was a bit out of hand. Cliff insisted on keeping the party going even after they'd all had more than enough.

When the driver dropped Murray off at his mansion, dawn was breaking. He had barely crashed onto his bed, the wave of sleepiness overwhelming, but he forced himself to stagger to the bathroom for a quick shower.

'Maybe Roseanne won't chew me out?' In his groggy state, Murray wondered.

He woke up again, this time to pain.

"Damn..." he groaned, clutching his stomach as he rolled out of bed.

"My stomach is killing me! Anne..." He stopped mid-sentence, a frown creasing his brow. Roseanne held a grudge this time, more than in their last fight.

'Fine, let's see how long she can keep this up. But where are the meds?' Murray ransacked the living room, checking every possible storage space, but couldn't find the emergency medicine kit.

He called Sadie.

Sadie answered the phone. "You're looking for antacids? They're in the medicine box."

Murray's temples throbbed as he took a deep breath. "And where is that?"

added, "In the drawer in your bedroom's walk-in closet. Ms. Cole said you often have stomach issues after drinking, so she ensured to stock up and keep it close by...Hello? Are you still

medicine box in the drawer, stocked with his usual array of stomach

all her documents like her ID, passport, and diplomas. Everything was gone. And one of the suitcases

rage bubbling up

times, sarcastically

cursed silently, 'The more you pamper women,

Murray immediately headed

taking off her shoes, looking up in surprise.

lazily on the sofa, uninterested. "What do you want?

you were having stomach issues again. So, here I am, sent by our dear mom to check on my beloved brother." As

she had a good impression of Roseanne was

curiously, "Murray, why does it look like a ghost kitchen here? Where's Roseanne? Isn't she home

to come down, and if

massaged his

from the kitchen. "Is Roseanne feeling unwell? I saw her at

the hospital?" Murray straightened up