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.

they were a couple. But, you know, they do look quite

and Mr. Sullivan are vacationing

probably overthinking it." She mused, wrapping her arm through Murray's. "It's

forgetting

jacket, standing there with an

face remained a picture of innocence. "Babe, it's cold. Let's head back,

Millie looked momentarily lost

toward Roseanne, she

Murray, they returned to

smooth and fair, undeniably alluring. Post-shower, wrapped in a silk robe, Murray was drying his hair when suddenly, a pair of delicate, fair hands reached for his chest through the opening

snuggled up close to

softly in