Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Murray, let me fix your tie for you."

"Heh... I'm wearing a black shirt today."

Millie paused, a look of confusion crossing her face. "I know."

Forget it.

Murray gave up, thinking to himself that sometimes it's best to leave things unsaid when you're not on the same page.

A black shirt with a mixed-color tie, huh....

Only her kind of aesthetic could come up with such a combination.

Murray brushed off her hands, "If you can't do it right, don't bother doing it at all."

Without waiting for Millie's reaction, he strode away.

...

As night fell, Murray wrapped up his work and left the office.

Settling into his car, he lit a cigarette and lingered without starting the engine.

Once the cigarette had burned down, he stamped out the butt and drove off.

He didn't feel like going back to his mansion, so he ended up driving along the river, making a couple of loops.

drive, but he

himself back at the

as usual, he got scolded for his sloppy

you're something special with your

the lineup of fancy cars lately, huh? Wasn't there a

"Yeah, a Porsche!"

"Exactly, what's the deal?"

...

sharp, Roseanne came downstairs to take out the

windshield, Murray watched

dress today, her hair had grown longer, gently cascading down her back, and she wore flip-flops, looking effortlessly chic and relaxed. Murray got out of the

fancy

"Move!"

impatient. Owen stood his ground, watching Roseanne enter the building before turning his

think just because you're one of the Reynolds, I won't take you

Mr. Sherwood

I do?! None

is

out of civic duty? You don't

expression remained unchanged,

you have? Who do you think you are? How long have

of time

El.ne

together and can't make it work, while others just need

meant