Who does he think he is, Casanova or something?


    Serves him right!


    What was he doing all this time?


    Cliff sighed, "I really don''t know when Murray''s going to get over it. Roseanne''s already moved on."


    York snorted, "Hah, as if! Trust me, unless Roseannees running back, he''ll be hung up on her forever."


    Cliff raised an eyebrow, "What makes you say that?"


    York smirked, "You know that saying, ''You always want what you can''t have''? People are just like that. Anyway, you guys have fun, I''m heading out."


    "What? You just got here, why are you leaving?"


    York chuckled, "Leda''s off work early, I''m going to pick her up."


    Cliff''s eyes twinkled with mischief, "Isn''t that turning into a real thing?"


    York defended himself, "You don''t get it. I''m just ying a part. Picking up your girlfriend from work is a pretty basic boyfriend move, right? If I can''t even do that, how''s the family supposed to believe we''re seriously dating and nning to get married?"


    "Oops, gotta go! Don''t see me out!" With that, he hurried off, leaving Cliff standing there with a puzzled expression on his handsome face.


    Everyone seemed to be acting a little strangetely...


    Something wasn''t adding up!


    Not at all!


    ...


    The winter rain was like needles hidden in the cotton, apanied by a biting wind.


    By eight, the streets were deserted.


    Murray left the bar and drove straight to Roseanne''s ce.


    His mind was a whirlwind of jealousy and resentment, and he''d even rehearsed


    the questions he''d demand answers to-


    Didn''t you say you barely knew Corley?


    Didn''t you say there was no chance with him?


    Then why are you meeting his parents?


    Are you two together now?


    What''s so great about Corley anyway?!


    Why him?!


    But when he got there, he couldn''t muster the courage to go upstairs.


    He just sat in his car, watching the rain beat against the windshield, then slowly


    trickle down, leaving a blurred view.


    Heh...


    Murray chuckled to himself.


    Laughing at how childish and foolish he was being.


    He didn''t know how long he sat there before deciding to leave. Just as he was


    about to turn the car around, a familiar vehicle pulled into view.


    By then, the rain had stopped.


    Corley got out, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.


    Soon, Roseanne stepped out.


    They were talking about something, Corley with a smile on his face, and Roseanne nodding asionally in response.


    As they chatted, Corley opened the trunk and pulled out a bunch of bags, looking like they''d juste from meeting his family, loaded with gifts from his folks.


    Corley said, "...These are all things Grandma insisted you have some caviar, foie gras, truffles..."


    "And this bag has some rare teas from Grandpa''s collection."


    "Oh, and I noticed you liked the set in the guest room, so I had a smaller version made. It''ll fit perfectly in your ce, and should be ready by the New Year


    "And then there''s this... and that..."


    Corley recited each item like a proud tour guide, leaving Roseanne a bit overwhelmed.


    "This is way too much..."


    "It was more before I sorted through it," Corleyughed.


    Roseanne was speechless.


    His grandparents had wanted her to stay the night.


    They had plenty of room, and they''d have loved for her to stay longer.


    But she had to be at theb the next day, so Corley was tasked with taking her home.


    As they left, his grandmother had sped her hand warmly, urging her to visit often.


    Not only that, but she''d beenden with bags full of everything from clothes to jewelry, to food and drink.


    It reminded her of how her own


    father would pack her bags with food every time she left, thinking she''d only experience that kind of


    "heavy love" twice a year. Turns out, she''d spoken too soon.


    Seeing what Corley''s grandparents had prepared for her, Roseanne realized her


    own dad had actually been quite restrained.


    She couldn''t refuse such well-meaning generosity.


    But carrying it all upstairs was going to be a challenge.


    Corley must have realized this too. "Come on, I''ll help you take these up."


    With that, he took the lead.


    Roseanne shot him a grateful look and hurried after him, "Hey, let me carry a few bags too..."


    And all of this yed out in front of Murray, who watched from his car.