Leaving the bar, Murray made his way back to the mansion.
Millie was lounging on the living room couch. Hearing the door, she quickly got up to greet him.
Murray acted as if she wasn't there, brushing past her and striding upstairs.
Millie was seething, biting her lip in frustration.
In the master bedroom—
Murray lay on the bed.
This was where he and Roseanne had shared tangled, intimate moments, which now replayed in his mind.
With each breath, a hint of desire unwittingly clouded his eyes.
He cursed under his breath and immediately headed for a cold shower.
He had only had a couple of drinks tonight, so his mind was clear, but Corley's words echoed in his ears.
If you love her, why break up?
You just lost her over six years...
You say you love her, but everything you do just tramples on her...
Even if you love her... leaving is just a matter of time...
Each word was like a nail, piercing straight into Murray's heart.
...
In the morning, Murray woke up early, donned his suit, and prepared to head to the office.
Descending the stairs, he noticed breakfast already laid out on the table.
He assumed Sadie had prepared it, but then Millie emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile, carrying a plate of pancakes.
"Murray, you're up? I made oatmeal and steamed some pancakes. Why don't you have some?" she offered.
"No, thanks," Murray replied, expressionless.
Millie hurriedly set down the plate and approached him, "Then... how about some soy milk? I know you don't like it too sweet, so I didn't add any sugar..."
Her tone was natural, her demeanor submissive, as if the argument from the day before had never happened.
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