Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

As Murray approached, he noticed Roseanne had her beautiful, wavy hair straightened.

She was not wearing makeup or high heels, just a plain white T-shirt. Utterly simple. But those eyes seemed brighter than before, showing no signs of heartbreak or gloom.

If it was an act, Murray had to admit she was doing a damn good job. It was so good that it was getting under his skin.

Roseanne frowned, knowing him too well. That look was a sure sign of brewing anger.

"Huh," Murray scoffed, "Really, after all these years with me, you should've picked up some standards. Don't just go for anyone-it makes me, your ex, look bad. Where's my dignity in that?" "Dignity?" Roseanne couldn't help but laugh, though her laughter carried a tinge of melancholy.

It was too bad that Murray didn't catch it. His mind was all about the images of Roseanne smiling at other men, making his blood boil. He chalked it up to a male's "territorial instinct." Roseanne was his territory once, and even if he didn't want her anymore, he wouldn't allow those lowlifes to have her.

"I've got things to do. I'm leaving." Roseanne didn't want to hear him anymore.

got the

Roseanne's heart. She was used to Murray's temper and his mood swings, but those words still stung. He thought she was playing

off, Mr. Reynolds and I are just friends, nothing like what you think. And we've broken up. What you think is your business." Just then, her taxi arrived. Roseanne opened

months ago, she hadn't threatened him like that. But then, she dared to bring another man before him, huh? Suddenly, a pair of soft hands clung to his arm, and Hannah leaned in close, her perfume overwhelming. "Murray, why the rush? You're not even

finding the scent too strong, Murray didn't push her away but wrapped his arm around her waist. "What? You want

find another man, couldn't

the intimate pair in the rearview mirror and

Millie wasn't

was all

away, Murray's expression darkened.

to get closer but got harshly