Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

She was back! Dressed in his favorite black dress that clung to her curves, her scent was intoxicating, her allure undeniable.

This time, he was determined not to let go. With a swift move, he rolled on Millie, his lips finding hers in a desperate kiss, murmuring her name, "Anne, Anne, finally, you've forgiven me."

The night was a whirlwind of passion, only quieting down in the early hours.

Feeling content, Murray fell into a deep sleep.

When Murray woke up the following morning, he rubbed his throbbing temples, feeling as though needles were piercing through his skull. But the next moment, his body tensed as his elbow brushed against something warm.

Turning his head, he saw Millie lying beside him. Both of them were naked under the same blanket. Faint red marks adorned Millie's neck. Her cheeks flushed a rosy hue, signs of a night spent in fervor. Murray shook his head, trying to piece together the steamy flashes of the night before. He slapped his forehead, frustrated. How did he end up sleeping with her?

Millie was awake, feeling his movements. She slowly opened her eyes, looking adorably groggy, her initial confusion quickly replaced by a blush.

Biting her lip shyly, she wrapped her arms around Murray. "Babe, you were so rough last night. I kept saying no, but you wouldn't stop..."

Before she could finish, Murray frowned, "What happened last night?"Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

His last clear memory was standing under Roseanne's apartment building, watching her walk away without looking back. How he got home or ended up in bed with Millie was all a blur.

Seeing his displeased expression,

Millie flickered her gaze, and tears started to fall seconds later. "You collapsed in the rain yesterday, and t took you home in a cab, then took care of you for a long time. I was going to leave, but you pulled me in, wouldn't let me go, and then pinned me down. I kept saying it hurt, but you didn't listen, and it ended like this..."

She bit her lower lip, looking up at Murray with trembling lashes, her pitiful state tugging at his heartstrings. "Last night... was my first time. You're my first love, my first man. I love you and want to stay by your side. That's why I went to you."

"If you want to break up, I'm not the type to cling on. I'll leave right now."

As she said that, Millie threw off the blanket, picked up her clothes from the floor, and cried as she dressed.

Murray's headache grew worse. As she bowed her head, the vivid love bites on her neck seemed to accuse him of last night's actions.

Millie struggled with the hooks of her bra, her hands trembling so much that she couldn't fasten them. She looked like a drenched, homeless kitten.

Murray's heart eventually softened

"Let's not talk about breaking up for

now. Let's leave things as they are. Get dressed. I'll take a shower and drive you back to campus.O

After the bathroom door closed, Millie dropped the pitiful act, a smug smile curling her lips.

Roseanne's nightgown, which could have proven her proactive seduction, had been neatly tucked back into the wardrobe before Murray woke up.

Who would have thought Roseanne's gown was quite the lucky charm?

'If you're going to game in, might as well play for keeps.' Millie smirked in her heart.