Burning Passion: Love Never Die

A collective pause, an interlude of astonishment. Millie’s gaze descended, Locking onto the entwined hands of Lois and Leon.

Upon sighting Marcus, Lois wrestled with residual trepidation, memories of her past abduction haunting her thoughts. Consequently, her glance veered away from his presence.

“Fortuitous encounter, indeed.” Millie’s lips curled into a welcoming smile.

“Having recently dined nearby, a leisurely stroll beckoned.” Lois’ grip on Leon’s hand tightened. “Allow us to proceed…”

In an unexpected twist of fate, a woman and a child collided amidst the bustling square.

A mother’s voice, a crescendo of reproach, pierced the air. “Do your eyes betray you? My son, subject to your heedlessness, now suffers!”

refuge, her hair a modest screen for her

A ‘s L I B R

spoken, yet departure contemplated… Ah, but

figure, yielding to a push that toppled the woman to the ground. And thus, the veil

mother, drawing the attention

through her hand,

that met her gaze was none other than Fiona, now prostrate

woven of bewilderment

as they observed Fiona’s altered countenance. A whisper brushed the air, conjecture

have been irrevocably marred. The sight is

cautious gaze lifted, and it intersected with Millie’s presence. A gradual shift of her eyes followed, tracing a deliberate path to where Millie

and Leon, Fiona’s pupils underwent a perceptible contraction. An involuntary shiver coursed through her body, a tangible reaction