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.

called during the drive, but he

he found himself

got scolded for

something special with your

fancy cars lately, huh?

"Yeah, a Porsche!"

"Exactly, what's the deal?"

...

came downstairs to take out

behind his windshield,

grown longer, gently cascading down her back, and she wore flip-flops, looking effortlessly chic and

"Mr. Sherwood, fancy seeing you

"Move!"

Murray grew impatient. Owen stood his

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

unbothered: "Does Mr. Sherwood

I do?! None of your

illegal activities is every

of civic duty? You don't have any other motives?"

remained unchanged, his response

you think you are? How long have you known her compared to how long

length of time means

El.ne

make it work, while others just need one look

they're meant