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.

I thought they were a couple. But,

and Mr. Sullivan are vacationing in Maldor Beach? Could

only a coincidence. I'm probably overthinking it." She mused, wrapping her arm through Murray's. "It's chilly by

had rushed out in a strap dress, forgetting to grab a shawl. And she was genuinely

signs of offering his jacket, standing there with an

her fists jealously, though her face remained a picture of innocence. "Babe, it's cold. Let's head back, okay?"

lost but quickly followed. "Babe, wait for

toward Roseanne, she

catching up to Murray, they returned to their

flattered her figure, her skin 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

snuggled up close

softly in