Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Sadie turned around, her smile blooming instantly. "Would you mind taking care of Murray for me? I'm beat. I'm heading to bed." With that, she gracefully exited the kitchen.

Sadie was puzzled. "What's going on?"

Wasn't there usually a fight over who got to bring the hangover remedy?

Why the sudden change of heart?

Sadie poured half of the hangover soup into a bowl, placed it on a tray, and carried it to the master bedroom.

Murray hadn't drunk much today, but he skipped dinner, causing his stomach to start aching faintly.

Just as Sadie arrived with the hot soup, he didn't refuse and gulped it down in one go.

Sadie left the room with the empty bowl and tray, carefully closing the door behind her. Murray lay in bed, eyes closed, waiting for the discomfort in his stomach to subside.

After some time, his stomach felt better, but his body started to heat up.

He was about to get up and lower the air conditioning when suddenly, the door to the master bedroom was pushed open.

Millie, barefoot, approached the bed and looked at the man who had apparently passed out drunk, a smile playing at her lips.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He must be feeling hot; his top buttons were undone, and a soft blush colored his cheeks.

His strong, well-defined arms hung over the side of the bed, made even more prominent by the dark shirt he wore today. The shirt added an aloofness that made him appear more intimidating. Millie remembered their first night together.

Murray was just as drunk then, mumbling another woman's name, Roseanne.

Her gaze lingered on his slightly unbuttoned shirt and the visible contours of his neck, stirring something within her. She leaned closer, her fingers lightly tracing his chest, hinting at a downward movement. Suddenly, Murray shifted, turning away from her.

Millie, startled, immediately stood straight, her back breaking out in a cold sweat.

She glanced down at her pajamas, remembering how wearing Roseanne's clothes had initially sparked his interest. With a quick thought, she headed to the O wardrobe.

This time, she chose a lace nightgown, conservative at the front but with a large open back, making it easy for his hands to explore.

She couldn't help but curse Roseanne silently, "Slut!"

But who was she to judge? Wasn't it all just a game of keeping a man's interest through physical attraction?

If Rex

took six years to ingrain

herself in Murray's heart, causing

him

pine even after their breakup,

she could do better.

wontent

No, not just six years. She intended to become the rightful Mrs. Sherwood and entangle with him for a lifetime.

Excited by the thought, Millie approached him from behind, embracing him, starting her seduction...

However, the next moment, Murray, who was supposed to be passed out, suddenly opened his eyes and fiercely pulled away the hands that were climbing on him.

With a shocked cry from Millie, she found herself thrown off the bed.

Murray stood in front of her, expressionless. "Thinking about these things while you're pregnant? You really are despicable."

After saying that, he looked away, as if another glance at her would sully his eyes.

Suddenly, his gaze sharpened, returning to Millie.

More precisely, to the nightgown she was wearing.

It was Roseanne's.

Something seemed to click, his eyes narrowing dangerously. "The first time we were together, were you wearing Roseanne's nightgown too?"

Millie sat on the floor, stunned, unable to comprehend what was happening.

"Speak!" he demanded, advancing and gripping her cheek with increasing force.

"It hurts-" Tears welled in Millie's eyes, spilling down her cheeks.

Murray was unmoved, his grip tightening, quickly leaving red marks on her soft skin.