Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed novel Chapter 99

Upon hearing the noise, Cliff dashed to the door to greet whoever was coming.

In a flash, there stood Murray, arm in arm with Millie.

‘Hold on a minute!’ Cliff let out a sharp hiss.

With a calm face, Murray greeted, "Cliff."

"Hey, Murray's here. Take a seat. Come on." Cliff hurried to welcome them, pouring drinks and offering snacks.

Later on, seizing the moment when Millie stepped away to the restroom, Cliff couldn't help but burst out, "Dude, what's going on? Weren't you two over? Why'd you bring her here?"

After a few drinks, Murray's gaze turned hazy. "She's young. Give it some time. She might not be able to accept it just yet."

Cliff felt a twinge of frustration. ‘Still young? She’s in college, for crying out loud! Murray's playing the fool here!’

Cliff asked, "And what about Roseanne? You're not planning to win her back?"

If that were the case, Corley would be over the moon.

Mentioning Roseanne, a pang hit Murray's heart. "Who said so?"

"So, what's this then?" He glanced toward the direction Millie had left. "Playing both sides?"

Murray sipped his drink. "Don't rush it. Once I've settled things with Millie, I'll do my best to make things right with Anne."

Cliff bit his lip. He wanted to tell Murray that opportunities wouldn’t wait and that Roseanne might have moved on by the time Murray had sorted the mess with Millie.

But seeing how determined Murray was, Cliff decided to keep quiet, not wanting to rock the boat.

The party didn't wrap up until the early hours.

Half-drunk, Cliff managed to sign the bill and got held into his car by the club's staff.

The driver inquired, "Mr. Sherwood, where to next?"

Murray looked out the window, opened the door, and stepped out, "Drive the car back for me. I'll take a walk around here."

While wandering, he arrived at the gates of Kingswell University, a place all too familiar. To win Roseanne over, he had spent countless hours waiting there.

Sometimes, a mere fifteen minutes would suffice to see her. Other times, half a day or more was not always with success. Yet, he never tired of it or found it bothersome.

Reaching a narrow alley that led to Roseanne's current residence, Murray didn't hesitate and went straight up.

The path was so dark and strewn with debris that Murray tripped over beer bottles and trash multiple times.

Bearing the foul smell, he finally stood before that familiar door.

Knock! "Anne, it's me."