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.

were inevitable with his commotion in the dead of night. "Who's that, making a racket at this hour? What the

of mad dog is barking in the middle

buzz off, I'm calling the

got out of bed, slipped into her slippers, and approached

mind?" she hissed through

knew you were

"So what?"

the door. Let

thinking you can

"Fine,

"You..."

"I'm knocking."

other option,

moment to push through, fearing she might change her mind and shut the door on him Reeking of alcohol, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, and he swayed as if

to keep her

his eyes gloomy and glazed from drinking, fixed his gaze on her without saying

a long while, he finally

shook her head, wrapping her coat tighter. "You know it's

long enough