Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

The alarm was initially at 7 a.m., but Millie couldn't peel herself out of bed in time, causing her and her friend to dash frantically, fearing they'd be late.

"Which floor?" Roseanne glanced at her before asking.

"Second floor." In contrast to her calm demeanor, Millie, running in a less than graceful manner, secretly clenched her teeth.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

Stepping out of the elevator together, Millie noticed something odd when she saw the study materials in Roseanne's hand. "You're here to study at the library, too? Don't tell me you're thinking about grad school?"

Roseanne kept, and her expression was unreadable.

Millie couldn't hold back. "So many undergrads can't even pass those exams, and you, years out of college, think you have a shot?"

Without missing a beat, Roseanne replied, "Whether I make it or not isn't your concern, but are you saying you're one of those undergrads who couldn't make it?"

Millie was almost at her breaking point. She was a junior, not yet considering work, just starting to think about grad school. With a year ahead, she wasn't in a rush.

Her roommate had made a detailed study plan, while Millie had half-heartedly gotten through college, thinking if she got in. If not, she always had Murray to fall back on. Roseanne's words hit a nerve. "You think everyone's like you? Whether I get in doesn't matter to me. He said he'd give me anything I want."

Roseanne didn't care to elaborate, "Is that so? Well, good luck keeping that confidence."

With that, she caught up to Carlisle, who had already moved ahead with the crowd.

Seeing Roseanne's retreating figure, the roommate turned to Millie, visibly annoyed, and curiously asked, "Who was that?"

"Just someone I've seen around a few times. Let's go. Didn't you want to get good seats?"

Halfway there, something struck Millie, who asked her roommate. "Hey, do you know how to cook oatmeal?"

The roommate shook her head. "Huh? I've never tried. But there are tons of tutorials online. Just look it up."

Millie immediately downloaded a

cooking app that detailed every step.

After finding a seat, she spent the

entire morning engrossed init

without flipping open her book.

About to offer some advice, her roommate thought better of it. After all, Millie had snagged a rich guy. Her future was bright, so why bother?

After exiting the library at noon, Millie went to the grocery store, returning with bags full of pots, pans, and oats.

Her roommate was puzzled.

Millie announced confidently, "Starting today. I'll learn how to be the perfect girlfriend."

Roseanne wasn't the only one who could please Murray!

...

The moon was high, and the city lights never dimmed.

Worn out from work, Murray was dropped off at his mansion by his driver. An eager figure rushed toward him when he got out. "Babe, I've been waiting so long. You're finally back!"

Murray staggered back to maintain balance, signaling his driver to leave. "When did you get here?"

Millie smiled. "I came over in the afternoon. Do you always work this late? It must be tough. Let me give you a massage, yeah?"

Attempting to reach for him, Murray subtly dodged. "I'm not tired. Did you come over for something?"

Millie bit her lip, turned to grab a thermal bag at her feet, and pulled out the oatmeal. "You mentioned wanting oatmeal last time. I made this. Try it and see how it tastes?"

Murray frowned slightly, unlocked the door, and looked back at her. "Come in first."

It was the first time Millie had been allowed into the mansion since they started dating.