Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed



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-Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

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.

But lying in bed a little longer in the morning was still quite comfortable.

At seven o'clock, she got up on schedule, freshened up, changed, made a simple breakfast, and only then did she head downstairs.

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Murray's eyes lit up the moment he saw her, and he immediately greeted her with a bright smile: "Anne, I got the coffee and donuts from that place you used to love. Though they might have gone cold now. Might need a bit of microwaving."

Roseanne: "I've already had breakfast at home. You might as well keep it for yourself."

Hearing this, Murray wasn't upset: “Alright, I'll eat it. I don't have to go to the office today anyway. I'll walk you to campus.”

Roseanne: "...It's a three-minute walk from here to campus. Do you really think I need an escort?"

Uh!

"Then I'll just walk with you."

"Murray, can you-" not be so relentless?

However, before she could finish her sentence, she heard him say with a laugh: "Aren't we supposed to talk about the signing? Might as well chat on the way."

Roseanne: ".

"Is that okay?"

He even had the nerve to ask.

"Suit yourself."

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."