Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Roseanne knew how much Madeleine cared about her situation. "Don't worry. I won't let you down."

...

After she arrived home, Roseanne started reviewing the materials she brought back. Compared to the grad exam textbooks, these papers were tougher to get through because they zeroed in on specific operations and research results, demanding quite a bit of hands-on experience.

She lost track of time diving into the documents until nearly midnight. Rubbing her tired eyes, Roseanne decided it was time to sleep. As she settled down, she heard a frantic knocking at her door. "Roseanne, open up! I know you're in there!" Even through the living room and bedroom doors, Murray's voice pierced through to her ears.

Bang, bang, bang! The knocking grew louder.

When remembering the last time at the study where Murray almost forced himself on her, Roseanne's lips turned pale, gripping her blanket tighter. Murray kept shouting at the door.

"Roseanne..."

"Open up!"

"Anne..."

Roseanne covered her ears, hoping Murray would give up and leave without a response.

But five minutes passed, and Murray was still hammering away at the door, determined to keep going unless she opened up.

commotion in the dead of night. "Who's that, making a racket

barking in the

you don't buzz off, I'm

choice left, Roseanne reluctantly got out of bed,

mind?" she

you

"So what?"

the door. Let

Who do you think you are, thinking you can just waltz in whenever you

cracked a smile. "Fine,

"You..."

"I'm knocking."

with no other option, Roseanne begrudgingly opened the

him Reeking of alcohol, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and he swayed as if

three steps back to keep

fixed his gaze

long while, he finally spoke softly, "Anne,

her head, wrapping her coat

it been long enough after