Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 542

Roseanne finally caved in.

It was all because of those three little words: "You can sign."

With a sly grin, Murray handed the phone back to Sadie and cheerfully headed upstairs.

Holding the phone, Sadie couldn't help but muse—

It had been ages since she saw the young master smile like that.

...

The next morning, Roseanne was rudely awakened.

It was way before her usual wake-up time, yet her phone wouldn’t stop buzzing incessantly on her nightstand.

Barely opening her eyes, she unlocked it, only to see a barrage of messages from Murray on WhatsApp.

He had sent dozens of messages, all of them utter nonsense—

【Anne, are you awake?】

【I dreamt about you last night】

【Still sleeping?】

【Got any classes this morning?】

【I checked Katie’s schedule, you guys have a workshop this morning】

And so on…

She scanned the messages with an expressionless face, too lazy to scroll up.

Just as she was about to put the phone down, another message popped up.

【Anne, I got you your favorite coffee and donuts. I’m right outside your place】

【No rush, I’ll wait as long as it takes】

Roseanne frowned, crossed the living room to the balcony, and sure enough, there was Murray standing below with breakfast in hand.

Her: “…”

He seemed to sense something and looked up sharply—

Their eyes met, and he moved his lips as if to say something, but before he could make a sound, she closed the window with a “snap.”

“…”

Roseanne went back to bed, attempting to catch some more sleep.

Of course, she barely dozed off.

With a grin, he stepped in pace with her: “Anne, wait for me…”

She deliberately quickened her steps.

Watching her, Murray couldn’t help but smile.

Soon, they reached the campus gates.

Roseanne couldn’t stand it anymore: “You’ve followed. You’ve escorted. When exactly will you sign?”

“You said yesterday we could talk terms. Does that still stand?”

Roseanne asked straight: “What’s your condition?”

Murray: “This Saturday and Sunday. Two days. Give them to me.”

“...What do you mean?”

“Spend two days with me, and you can’t refuse any of my requests. After those two days, I’ll sign immediately.”

Roseanne burst into laughter on the spot: “I can’t believe you just said that. Yes, I do need you to sign this consent form, but I'm not about to sell myself, am I?”

“Just two days,” he looked at her, his gaze deep, “am I really that repulsive to you?”

Roseanne: “There are things that are left unsaid out of basic politeness, but since you pretend not to understand and even ask, well, then let me spell it out for you—yes, you really are that annoying.”