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.

during the drive, but

found himself back

he got scolded for his sloppy

you're something special

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

"Yeah, a Porsche!"

"Exactly, what's the deal?"

...

downstairs

his windshield, Murray watched her

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 car,

Sherwood, fancy seeing

"Move!"

Murray grew impatient.

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

was calm, unbothered: "Does Mr. Sherwood have a habit of

do?!

illegal activities is every

out of civic duty? You don't have any other motives?" "Whether I do

expression remained unchanged, his response

do you have? Who do you think you are? How long have you known her compared to how long I've known

length of

El.ne

together and can't make it work, while others

meant to