Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 141

Keeping up appearances was all that mattered, nobody wanted to stir the pot.

Caught in the middle, Murray Sherwood often played the role of Switzerland, avoiding confrontation at all costs. He neither initiated discussions nor inquired too deeply, adopting a see-no-evil, hear-no-evil stance.

The thought of resolving the ongoing tension between his girlfriend and his mother was a bridge too far.

Roseanne Cole understood his position and never pressed the issue.

For instance, she never cornered him with questions like where they should spend Christmas Eve – with her or with his mother, Beverley. She spared him the dilemma.

Looking back, she realized all her concessions, patience, and understanding were merely self-consolation.

Men don't cherish; they take for granted and deem it their due.

Roseanne said, "Yeah, I missed my parents, so I bought a ticket home."

Her words were simple, but Leda Reynolds knew that mustering the courage to return home wasn't easy for her.

"How are your aunt and uncle? It's been ages since I last saw them. Say hi for me."

"They're good, actually asked about you over dinner."

Back in college, the Coles knew Leda was their daughter's best friend. During summer breaks, they'd often send Roseanne back with local goodies for her.

Leda now found herself craving Norris Cole's homemade beef stew.

"So, when are you heading back? Planning to stay long?"

Roseanne pondered for a moment: "Might be a while. It's been so long; I want to spend more time with them."

Leda nodded, "Makes sense. They must miss you a lot."

Leda couldn't help but smirk: "So petty, a Hermes bag and she's all happy. Think about when you were with Murray, you could have anything you wanted…"

If only Millie hadn't been so showy, but her pictures and chat logs were too obvious!

Yet, the real kicker was a post Murray made two minutes ago—

A photo of a hand holding a wine glass, with their master bedroom in the background, vaguely showing a photo frame on the nightstand.

It was a picture of him and Roseanne from their trip to the North Sea two years ago.

Caption: [Drunk, missing her.]

"Serves him right! Why doesn't he just drink himself to death?!" Leda was in full rant mode, but sensing silence on the other end, she quickly cleared her throat, "Ah, why dwell on such unlucky things during the holiday season."