Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Millie chuckled...

Suddenly, the door to the storage closet was flung open from the outside, and a man strode in.

As he entered, the lights blazed bright.

"Damn this woman's tried to off herself, what kind of babysitting is this?!" The manager blasted the two burly men in black, then quickly turned, all bows and scrapes, to the man in charge, "I'm so sorry, Lester, my oversight." "Get her patched up." The man spoke coolly, "It's a minor wound, she'll live."

"Right away..."

After the bleeding stopped, the manager splashed a cup of ice-cold beer on her face.

Millie slowly came to.

The man walked over, hooked her chin with the tip of his shoe, lifting her face, "Heh, if you really wanted out, you shouldn't have gone for the wrists, but the neck."

Millie, still stunned by the sudden intrusion, shuddered at the sound of his voice!

"You... you..."

Under the light, the man's smile was enigmatic, almost devilish.

"It's you! It is you, isn't it?!" She burst out, disregarding her bleeding wrist, clutching at the man's pant leg.

Millie had never seen the man's face, but she recognized his voice!

The manager's face went pale, ready to push her away, but Aaron just smiled and gestured for him to hold off.

crouched down, face-to-face with

"Recognize me?"

you pick up?! Why can't you help me

off, I'm under no obligation to keep bailing you out. Secondly, you've completely botched this situation, how am I supposed to

courage to die,

Revenge?

she hated Roseanne, hated Murray even more, she

can help you, just like back in the

What's in it

"You don't need to know. Just understand one thing we share the

her face, and, in her moment of confusion, he picked up a shard of glass from the floor, slash- Two seconds of silence, Millie clutched her face, blood seeping through her fingers:

your first lesson-destruction before

off from

most advanced cosmetic surgery

on the plane, face wrapped

would return!

...

Roseanne arrived in the classroom ten minutes

rolls and hiding a cup of coffee in her bag. "Morning, Roseanne! Hot sausage

was indeed

into the semester, she had already scoped out all the

sausage rolls in her hand, from the

of cheese, slightly more expensive than others but totally