Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 217

It was Murray who had let go first, and just when Roseanne was coming to terms with it, ready to step out from under the shadow of their past, he suddenly decided he wanted her back.

Wasn't that just hilarious?

"Murray, stop bothering me. Don't make me start disliking you," she said with a resolve that was sharp enough to cut through all of his confidence.

"Anne… please don't be like this," he pleaded.

But Roseanne just looked at him, her expression as calm as a still lake.

"I've cleared all the hurdles between us. Even my mom agrees. Just say the word, and we can head down to the city hall to tie the knot!"

Roseanne was unimpressed. "I'm not interested."

His so-called "solution" was nothing but a fool's errand.

"Anne…"

"I'm busy. I have to go."

With that, she walked past him, leaving him frozen in place.

As the morning rush swirled around him, Murray stood there, soulless, his eyes barely registering the world moving by. It was as if he was disconnected from everything around him.

After what seemed like an eternity, he finally stirred, murmuring softly as he watched the direction Roseanne had taken, "Is there really no chance left?"

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Millie couldn't say what exactly Murray discussed with Beverley in the study that night. Initially, she felt uneasy, sensing she could be thrown out any minute due to Murray's cold demeanor.

However, her anxiety soon vanished.

Beverley, speaking softly, reassured her, declaring her a hero to the Sherwood family. She made sure the housekeepers took good care of Millie, warning them against slacking off.

It was Murray's attitude that truly concerned her.

The night he went out and didn't return, something must have upset him because he came down with a cold the following day.

Refusing to see a doctor or even cooperate with a house call, he locked himself in the master bedroom, sulking like a child for over a day, neither eating nor drinking.

Millie had thought to offer some comfort, to show a bit of tenderness.

But she barely got close before his gaze stopped her cold, making her feel like a roach, utterly disgusting and repugnant to him.

However, his expression soon returned to normal, making her wonder if it had all been in her head…

"Darling, are you heading out?" Millie sprang from the couch, flitting over to him like a moth drawn to flame.

"Don't call me darling. If I hear it one more time, you're out of here!"