Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed
Chapter 554

Anne... I know you're still mad... but how can you compare yourself to Sadie? Anne, I won't let you... belittle yourself..." Sadie: "??!!"

What do you mean I can't compare?

Why is it belittling myself?!

"Anne..."

Sadie: "Anne, my foot!" And with that, she landed a slap on Murray's head.

It took her a moment to realize what she had done, and she was terrified for a second, but then, she couldn't help but smirk, her lips quivering more than a suppressed AK! That slap seemed to hit a reset button, and Murray immediately let go.

Sadie didn't wait to run.

Back in her cluttered little bedroom, she tossed and turned, a mix of anger and worry churning inside her.

No way she's going back to that old mansion tonight.

Ah, is Ms. Cole really not coming back?

Who's going to manage the house's eccentricities now?

Such a headache.

Finally managing to fall asleep, Sadie suddenly sat up in the middle of the night.

Struggling out of the cocoon of blankets, she left her room, tiptoed upstairs, and gently pushed open the master bedroom door.

Ah, she just couldn't help but worry...

But the next second, she was greeted by a horrendous stench, almost making her vomit on the spot!

On closer inspection, there was a huge mess on the floor beside the bed.

And the culprit was sleeping like a baby!

Sadie: Really, God, you're just trying to take me out at this point!

The next day, Murray got up early.

He shaved, dressed in a suit, cleaning himself up, a far cry from last night's drunken mess.

Sadie had already made oatmeal porridge.

Not that she was eager, but every time the eccentric drank too much, he'd demand in the morning: "Sadie, make some oatmeal porridge, will you?" This time, she'd preempted him.

Just as she was about to bring the porridge to the master bedroom, she saw Murray coming down the stairs.

"Sir, heading out? I made oatmeal porridge, have some, warm up your stomach."

Murray looked at the bowl of

oatmeal porridge, zoned out for two seconds, then gently shook his head, calmly saying, "I'm not hungry. From now on, you don't have to make oatmeal porridge specially

With that, he strode out the door.

Sadie: "?" The one time she took the initiative turned into a lifetime of introversion.

...

In the coffee shop, Roseanne had waited for less than five minutes when she looked up to see the man stepping out of his car.

A deep blue suit under a long coat, its straight, broad cut made him look even more imposing.

He entered the shop and sat down across from her.

There seemed to be something more in his eyes, and yet something less. Roseanne couldn't tell if it was her imagination, but she felt that he had changed.

This morning she had received a call from Murray-

"Anne, I keep my word, bring the documents over, I'll sign."

At that moment, the anxiety that had plagued Roseanne all night finally settled.

She let out a long breath: "Okay."

Sitting in the shop, during those five. minutes of waiting, she had braced herself for Murray to make more demands, or even to deliberately make things difficult.

But to her surprise, he took the pen and the documents, glanced over them, and then signed quickly.

"Setting up a lab isn't easy, I hope everything goes smoothly for you. And, if possible, send me an invite to the lab's opening." Roseanne: "Thank you."

Murray gave a bitter smile: "I was at fault before, which is why I lost you, and now it's too late to make amends. Even though I know you want to keep your distance, I still want to ask: if we can't be lovers, can we still be friends?"

Roseanne looked down.

After a moment, she softly said: "Perhaps not."