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."

down. "Your

be alright..." she replied, bracing

soon as she put weight on her foot, she sucked in

Murray's frown deepened.

“I'm fine, really. I just need a

Murray scooped her up in his arms and carried

wide-eyed. But inside, she

She'd gambled and won.

calling the family doctor, but then he realized it was New Year's Eve, and far

turned to Grace. "Does

head. "It's probably nothing. I'll be fine in a

wasn't convinced. He rummaged through a cabinet

handed her a

of this

"...Thank you," she murmured.

Ten minutes later-

foot gingerly. "That ointment's amazing-it's cool at first, then it warms up. Honestly, I feel much better already. I'm surprised you keep

tone was flat, almost mechanical. "Roseanne stocked it a long

to say

you-" He stopped mid-sentence. Then

no

straighter. "No, no, don't trouble yourself! I can get home on

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