Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed
Chapter 96

That night, she made an excuse about feeling unwell to sleep alone in the guest room. She was afraid spending another second with that man in their bedroom would make her lose control and throw up. It was a pitch-dark night. The wind was freezing. Tears flowed endlessly.

The next day, she booked an appointment at the top-tier hospital's gynecology department for a thorough check-up. Thankfully, there were no issues. From then on, she consciously kept Murray at arm's length. And he didn't notice a thing. How could he? While sleeping around with different flings, how would he realize he hadn't gotten physical with his girlfriend for long?

Roseanne blurted out, "I just replace you so disgusting. Can you please stay away from me?"

Murray gasped for air as though someone had choked him. For a moment, he couldn't dare to meet her gaze. So, she knew everything.

The sky began to drizzle again. The cold wind moaned, bone-chilling to the core.

Murray stood in the rain, letting it soak him through as if turned to stone, his gaze fixed on the fading silhouette of Roseanne, motionless.

Millie dashed through the rain, noticing his pale lips and the lack of warmth in his body, and cried out, "Murray, please take care of yourself. You'll fall sick if you stay out in the rain any longer!"

She stood by him, equally drenched and shivering. "You're standing here, but what about Roseanne? She doesn't care about you! I'm the one who loves you. I don't want us to break up. Please let me stay by your side, okay?" Murray ignored her, his eyes red, and he pushed her away. "Leave me alone!"

"If you don't go, I'll stay with you!" Determined, Millie clenched her teeth, giving up on persuading him further.

Lost in his own world, Murray was oblivious to what Millie said or did.

Stubbornly, he hoped for Roseanne to soften, to turn back even just for a glance. But Roseanne walked away, resolute and stern.

Overwhelmed by drunkenness and the cold, Murray couldn't stand any longer and collapsed on the wet ground.

Panicked, Millie rushed forward. "Murray! Babe! Don't scare me. Please..."

She flagged down a taxi driven by a woman, and it took both of their efforts to lift Murray into the vehicle.

Back at the mansion, Millie hurried to change him into dry clothes and used a towel to dry his hair, too busy to care about her soaked state.

The family doctor came in a rush, hooking him up to an IV, and by midnight, though Murray was still out of it, his complexion had somewhat improved.

In the dead of night, exhausted Millie caught snippets of Murray's mumbled dream talk. Leaning in, she heard him whisper "Anne" repeatedly.

Millie remembered the emotionless way he had spoken about breaking up earlier that day, her fears finally materializing.

But she wasn't ready to let go. How could she give up after spending so much time and effort to be by this man's side, pushing past the ex and securing her place? With that thought, Millie's gaze over the sleeping man darkened.

Finally, as if having decided, she bit her lip, undressed her clothes, slipped into one of Roseanne's pajamas left behind in the closet, and carefully slid beside Murray. Half-asleep, Murray suddenly felt a soft warmth against his chest, a familiar scent, and struggled to open his eyes, blurringly seeing Roseanne in his dazed vision.