Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray massaged his temples. "No more for me. You guys go ahead."

Watching him leave, York felt puzzled. He knew Murray was never one to miss out on a party like this. Could it be that he made up with Roseanne? That made sense. They just got back together, and it was probably not the best time to be out partying.

"Hey, York, we're waiting on you now." Someone called out from near the staircase.

York shook his head, dismissing the thought, and rejoined the crowd.

When Murray got to the villa, it was already 10 p.m. Sadie had cleaned up his room and walk-in closet and had all of Roseanne's stuff neatly organized.

He went to the study. The wall-to-wall bookshelf was almost full of biology-related books. Although Roseanne didn't continue her studies, she never fell behind in her field, often spending entire days there. These books were her legacy.

She used to boast about which books were out of print, which ones she had found original copies to reprint, and how much effort she had put into organizing them. Whenever she talked about her achievements, her smile was bright.

His gaze lingered on the bookshelves, then he smirked slightly.

about to leave after

Mr. Sherwood, you broke my phone last

get you a

was at a loss for

"Hand it over."

The thought

wore thin. "I'll have someone send you

perked up and handed over

the phone in hand, he called

take your

realizing he referred to her professional books as trash.

stared at the phone, his lips pressed tightly

alone, Roseanne called Leda. "Leda, are you free tomorrow? I