Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Once Marcus’ mind was set, Celeste realized she couldn’t sway him.

Meanwhile, Millie returned to the company and settled into her seat. Soon, a murmur reached her ears.

“Isn’t it against the rules to leave during work hours? Even if one does, they’re expected to inform the team leader.”

Millie directed her gaze toward the individual conversing with Emerie.

Emerie’s retort dripped with venom.

“Indeed, in her eyes, I hold no status as a team leader. She’s free to come and go as she pleases, answerable to no one. Endowed with the prestigious title of the president’s wife, she could slumber at her desk, and we’d still be powerless.”

“You’re absolutely right. She likely believes we’re unworthy of sharing office space with her. A client berates her, and she still has the audacity to wander. Were I in her shoes, I’d be racing to rectify the situation.”

her temples, her gaze

aware. Yet, I’m not officially assigned to any team. Who can validate that I belong to group three? Furthermore, everyone is cognizant of the reason why the client was angry. The culprit

of her abrupt departure, she found it intolerable to endure the situation

abruptly, yet she curbed her impulse to confront

response, the office

Millie grasped the pen, poised to resume her design. Yet a parched throat nudged her attention to her now-empty cup. She moved toward

stepped out, Emerie’s countenance darkened, her

smiles upon you for marrying the CEO. If competence truly coursed through your veins,

her drawer, extracted a sachet, and approached Millie’s workstation, feigning an inspection of

her moment, she surreptitiously deposited the sachet

of dried flowers, emanated a scent