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.

the drive, but

found himself back

he got

something special

fancy cars lately, huh? Wasn't there a Porsche here not too

"Yeah, a Porsche!"

"Exactly, what's the deal?"

...

sharp, Roseanne came downstairs

windshield, Murray watched

her back, and she wore flip-flops, looking effortlessly chic and relaxed. Murray got out of the car, ready to follow her, but suddenly, someone stepped

"Mr. Sherwood, fancy seeing

"Move!"

dumping the trash, Murray grew impatient. Owen stood his ground, watching Roseanne enter the building

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

unbothered: "Does Mr. Sherwood have a habit of stalking

do?! None of your

is

doing all this just out of civic duty? You don't have any other

expression remained unchanged,

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

of time

El.ne

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

meant to