Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray was at the point of exhaustion, where shutting his eyes meant he drifted off into sleep, oblivious to the world around him.

"Wow!" Suddenly, the guy with handsome looks gasped, "She's breathtaking!"

Millie followed his gaze and saw Roseanne stepping out from a beach cabana, clad in a sleek black bikini set. A white chiffon scarf was loosely draped around her neck, fluttering and dancing in the sea breeze. "My God! She's like a modern-day Marilyn Monroe! So damn hot!"

Millie shot the guy a cold look. "You think she's beautiful?"

The guy nodded enthusiastically. "Do you know about Marilyn Monroe? Imagine her in her iconic white dress walking down Hollywood Boulevard, the breeze lifting her dress, the scarf creating a spectacle..." Millie clenched her teeth in frustration. "And what about me? Do you think I'm beautiful?"

"Gorgeous," the man praised without hesitation.

Millie pressed on, "And how do I compare to her?"

"Oh, it's such a tough question. But honestly, I'd say she's more striking if I had to choose."

Millie's expression darkened. She was tall and graceful, with smooth skin and wavy blonde hair cascading down her back, exuding a certain allure.

wore a modest bikini, its hem covering her thighs, and the color was a subdued

hint of classical elegance. Uniqueness always stood out. Amid a

was Murray's reaction. Previously dozing off, he suddenly seemed to sense something, sat up, and his gaze locked onto Roseanne. A mix of

her features. She

digger, pampered

of luxury. Was she pretending to

was

hook up with a

girl

for her next wealthy sucker

considered her leftovers.

other guys gave me roses?" Millie snuggled up to Murray, tilting her head to rest on his shoulder, purposely blocking his

should I get you

quickly shifting back to Roseanne as soon as Millie

...

Leda eyed Roseanne disdainfully. "Black is too plain, and with a white scarf? You