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.

The shadow entered the light, and Roseanne finally saw it was

what the hell are you doing?" she

there in the middle of the night

had ducked out of the party early, and suddenly, the night lost its sparkle for Murray. He followed her

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

the hotel's

had made

Roseanne's room. number. Eager, he found her and Corley standing

her expression calm, her hair cascading down her shoulders, a solitary figure in the night. The man

ove

they looked like a scene

in place. It wasn't until Corley

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

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

she could finish, her wrist got seized

not I?" Murray demanded,