Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 283

"So, girls like Roseanne, no matter how much they love, they'll eventually choose to leave. It's just a matter of time."

Six years...

Corley felt it was way too long.

So long that he thought the once dazzling girl had truly become a puppet madly in love.

So long that he started to doubt, almost giving up.

Thankfully, she finally took that step, choosing to be her true self again.

Corley said, "Six years, she gave you countless chances, this blatant favoritism..." It's enough to drive anyone mad with jealousy!

"Sadly, you still ended up disappointing her, that's why she left with such determination, without looking back."

That's Roseanne for you!

In love, she'd go all in, betting everything.

Out of love, she could gracefully withdraw and move on alone.

Back then, York used to secretly call her "love crazy" and "nuts"; now, he blames her for being "too harsh" and "heartless."

But Corley knew, Roseanne would never live under the gaze of others.

To love is to love deeply.

To leave is to leave entirely.

"The moment she decided to leave, what you are, how you feel, ceased to matter to her."

At these words, Murray staggered and slumped back into his seat.

He opened his mouth to speak, but the words that came out lacked their previous aggression: "You think... how well do you know her?"

Corley smiled.

"Women are like a book, who dares claim they've completely understood it? And with different ages, different circumstances, opening the same book, what you see and feel can be different."

"I'm trying to quit, haven't quit yet."

Murray was stunned, the old chain smoker suddenly wanting to quit?

"Why?"

Corley chuckled lightly, his look filled with a hint of irony but also pity.

"They say you don't understand Roseanne, and you don't believe it. Did you not know she has allergic rhinitis, especially sensitive to smoke? Although it's not severe, every time we hang out, if someone lights up, she can't help but frown."

Murray was taken aback.

Corley stood up, patting his shoulder with a smile: "Better give up early, you can't win her back."

With that, he grabbed his jacket and strode off —

"I've paid the tab. Let's not meet up next time; we're rivals in love now, not fit to hang out and chat."