Chapter 844

But it wasn't Roseanne who walked in-it was Grace.

Seeing the dark shadow clouding Murray's face, Grace's heart skipped. She hurried to explain, "Cliff called and said you'd been drinking. He was worried about you being alone and asked me to come check on you."

She stepped closer, stopping in front of him. "Are you... alright? You don't really seem all that drunk."

Murray lowered his gaze, hiding the disappointment in his eyes. "I'm fine."

"Then I'll just... head out," Grace said, biting her lip.

"Alright."

She turned to leave.

Suddenly—a startled cry rang out from outside.

Murray's brow furrowed. He walked out to see what had happened.

Grace was sitting on the step at the bottom of the porch, already slipping off her shoe to examine her ankle.

"Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"

Startled by his voice, Grace looked back over her shoulder and forced a cheerful smile. "I'm fine, really. Nothing to worry about."

glanced down. "Your

twisted it a little. I'll be alright..." she replied, bracing herself and trying to

sucked in a breath through her teeth, pain flashing across

Murray's frown deepened.

Grace insisted, “I'm fine, really. I

protest further, Murray scooped her up in his arms and carried her back inside

But inside, she

She'd gambled and won.

then he realized it was New Year's Eve,

turned to Grace. "Does it feel

head. "It's probably nothing. I'll be

through a cabinet until

handed her a tube

some of this

"...Thank you," she murmured.

Ten minutes later-

it warms up. Honestly, I feel much better already. I'm surprised you keep a first-aid

flat, almost mechanical. "Roseanne stocked it a long

had nothing to say

have someone drive you-" He stopped mid-sentence. Then he remembered: he'd given the driver

no one to

trouble yourself! I can

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