Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Corley smiled. "I'm chasing what I want. Don't worry about it. How will I know the outcome if I don't try?"

Roseanne said with concern, "Even if it ends in disappointment?"

His gaze deepened. "Then I'll accept it."

She hadn't expected him to be so stubborn and fell silent.

Noticing her mood, Corley didn't push the conversation further but quietly listened to the waves with her. It wasn't until well past midnight that he finally left.

Roseanne thought about his silent defiance and determination. In truth, Corley was a man who knew his limits and boundaries. His pursuit was neither aggressive nor reckless, always mindful not to trouble her, unlike Murray, who used to chase her relentlessly and would fly off the handle at the drop of a hat.

Roseanne sighed, knowing there was little she could do to stop others' actions.

"Just focus on doing you," she told herself.

As she headed back inside, she caught sight of a shadow standing silently in the dark, almost like a ghost.

entered the light, and

what the hell are

of the night without a word

night lost its sparkle for Murray. He followed her outside but couldn't spot her

stuck to him like glue, complaining of hunger and wanting to eat. Murray's patience ran thin, utterly frustrated. He eventually flagged down a waiter to take Millie

the

Murray had made

her and Corley standing side by side on the baleony, looking

white bohemian backless dress fluttered in the sea breeze, her expression calm, her hair cascading down her shoulders, a solitary figure in the night. The

ove

like a scene from a

froze in place. It wasn't until Corley left that

from the party, his eyes carrying a faint, dark glint. He stepped forward, causing Roseanne's brow

coldly, "Why are you here? I've said all there is

could finish, her wrist

and not I?" Murray demanded,