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

a little. I'll be alright..." she replied,

weight on her foot, she sucked in a breath

Murray's frown deepened.

“I'm fine, really.

Murray scooped her up in his arms and carried her

froze, wide-eyed. But inside, she was secretly

She'd gambled and won.

was New Year's Eve,

turned to Grace. "Does

probably nothing. I'll be

convinced. He rummaged through a cabinet until

some of

"...Thank you," she murmured.

Ten minutes later-

amazing-it's cool at first, then it warms up. Honestly, I feel much better already.

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

had nothing to say to

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

no

up straighter. "No, no, don't trouble

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