?


    Keep your distance, don''te any closer. It''s the best advice, both for yourself and for him. Roseanne packed up her documents and pen, and suddenly, the man murmured to himself-


    "But I still consider you a friend..."


    Roseanne walked away.


    Murray watched her retreating figure, calmly shifting his gaze away.N?velDrama.Org owns all content.


    He picked up his mug and took a sip of his coffee.


    The bitterness spread instantly from the tip of his tongue to his entire mouth, yet his expression remained unchanged.


    His thumb gently caressed the rim of the mug, his eyes falling on the cup Roseanne had used.


    She seemed to have always liked her coffee with cream, less bitter that way.


    Murray reached for the cup and took a light sip.


    Indeed, he wasn''t wrong.


    They had lived together for six years, not six months, not six days.


    Six whole years.


    How could anyone say he didn''t know her?


    No, he understood her better than anyone else!


    So...


    Murray squinted, turning his head to look out the floor-to-ceiling window. Giving up was out of the question; Roseanne could only belong to him!


    She did in the past, though not now, but in the future... she definitely would!


    He slowly finished the rest of the coffee. He used to love his Americano ck, but since she didn''t like it, why not change it?


    It wasn''t hard at all, just look at Corley.


    Why hadn''t Roseanne pushed him away?


    Because he knew how to hide, how to pretend.


    In a quiet, unassuming way, he infiltrated her life like a frog being boiled in warm water.


    Like the rains of spring, subtle and seemingly insignificant, yet crazily nourishing the soil, seeking to let love wildly grow.


    He moved silently, advancing by retreating, so Roseanne didn''t feel pressured and naturally let down her guard, allowing him toe closer.


    If Corley could do it, why couldn''t he?


    The drinksst night did indeed get him drunk.


    But sobriety returned in an instant.


    In that moment, Murray suddenly saw the light.


    Winning Roseanne back wouldn''t happen overnight; the more you push, the further she''ll pull away.


    His past actions had already put her


    on guard. To get close again, he had to take a different approach, letting her believe he truly had moved on.


    That way, he might have a chance.


    Judging by Roseanne''s reaction just now, the results were... not too bad?


    At least, she no longer looked impatient when facing him.


    Grace and her ssmate were passing by the coffee shop, remembering they had a full day of


    sses ahead and decided to pop in


    for a coffee to perk up.


    "Want one?" she asked with a smile, her gaze casually catching the man seated by the window.


    Grace''s eyes flickered.


    Her friend nodded, "Yeah, I could use a drink."


    "Hold on " Grace suddenly stopped her.


    "What''s up?"


    "Mae, didn''t you forget to pick up a package?"


    "Oh no! Almost forgot, good thing you reminded me "


    Grace smiled slightly, "How about this, you tell me what you want, and I''ll grab it for you, and you go get your package?"


    "Sure, that would be great, I''ll have an iced coconuttte, no extra sugar."


    "Got it, hurry on then."


    After making sure her friend left, Grace pushed open the door of the coffee shop.


    Pretending to notice Murray for the first time, she showed surprise: "Hello~ We meet again."


    As she spoke, she made her way to the seat opposite Murray, "Is this seat taken? Mind if I sit down?"


    The man remained silent, expressionless.


    Grace wasn''t bothered, instead, she smiled and said, "No words, I''ll take that as a yes."


    With that, she gracefully took her seat.


    Murray clearly had no intention of engaging in much conversation with her.