Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Getting a kick out of being needed and the focus of someone's life was amazing. But that was something Roseanne couldn't give him.

Yet, when he was with Millie, Murray felt something was missing, though he couldn't figure out what it was.

As they strolled, they found themselves by the seaside. Suddenly, Murray stopped in his tracks, his gaze growing colder, his expression darker.

Roseanne and Corley sat side by side on a beach chair not far off, laughing and sipping drinks together.

After quickly slapping some serum over her face mask, Millie had rushed after Murray. But her fancy heeled sandals didn't make walking on the sandy beach any easier. She had to hustle a bit to catch up with him.

"Babe, what's..." she began, following his gaze, "Looks like Roseanne and Mr. Sullivan are getting along well, huh?" She smiled innocently, "They're even sharing drinks."

Murray remained stoic.

distance, I thought they were a couple.

and Mr.

coincidence. I'm probably overthinking it." She mused, wrapping her arm

out in a strap dress, forgetting to grab a shawl. And

standing there with an iciness that Millie could feel

face remained a picture of innocence. "Babe, it's cold. Let's head back, okay?" Murray pulled away, turning

alone, Millie looked momentarily lost but quickly

Roseanne, she

to Murray,

in the mirror as the running water sound filled the bathroom. Her dress flattered her figure, her skin smooth and fair, undeniably alluring. Post-shower, wrapped in

snuggled up

in his ear.