Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 226

Murray was deaf to the world.

As he reached the staircase, Cliff caught up with him, pressing him against the wall. "Cut it out, Murray. Just go back, Roseanne won't even open the door for you…”

“I've got something for her.”

Cliff paused, “What's that?”

Murray fished out a tube of allergy relief cream from his pocket. “She gets allergies this time of year. I'm taking this to her…”

In that moment, Cliff felt a lump in his throat.

How did two people, once so deeply in love, end up here?

“Right,” Murray nodded, “I'm here to bring her the cream… she needs it… she really does…”

His voice faded, growing fainter, until his vision blurred and he slumped to the ground.

Cliff quickly hoisted him up and dragged him towards the car.

But as he looked back at the SUV parked at the end of the alley, he couldn't help but let out a deep sigh…

By the time they got back to the mansion, it was 1 a.m.

The butler opened the door, and Cliff said, “Give us a hand here! He's drunk, maybe brew some coffee or something to sober him up…”

Once he'd given his instructions, he drove off.

Millie had already gone to bed, deep in sleep, when the noise downstairs woke her up.

Reluctantly, but for the sake of Murray and her dreams of marrying into wealth, she fought the urge to sleep, threw on a coat, and went downstairs.

“You get some water, I'll handle him,” Millie said, moving forward to take Murray from the butler.

“But Ma'am, it might not be safe for you right now…” the butler worried about her condition.

An adult man's weight was no joke.

Millie waved off the concern, “I know my own body, just do as I say.”

“Well... alright then.” The butler had no choice but to pass Murray to her.

Murray walked past her, heading straight upstairs.

Millie bit her lip in humiliation, catching the butler's surprised look. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down, managing a smile—

“Murray must still be drunk, can't tell who is who. Brew some hangover soup, I'll take it up to the master bedroom myself.”

“Of course, Ma'am.”

In the master bedroom, Murray closed the door, his legs gave way, barely able to support his own body.

Images of Roseanne in pain, tears in her eyes as her hair was pulled, flashed through his mind, and his heart ached.

Reaching into his pocket, he found the cream was gone!

He searched himself frantically, no sign of it.

Rushing downstairs, he scoured the living room, still nothing.

In that moment, it felt like he'd lost the most important thing in his life, crouching behind the couch, crying like a child…