Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Millie, what has transpired?” Marcus’ voice reverberated, infused with genuine concern.

“Darling, my constitution doth throb with pain. Rhea…” Millie’s eyes welled up with tears, were fixed upon Rhea, who grimaced in affliction. “It’s of no concern to me. Millie, you wretch.”

“Rhea, unless you yearn for a flight off the balcony, I urge you to depart. Immediatel:

Marcus’ index finger pointed towards the exit with resolute authority. “Marcus,” Rhea contested.

Marcus’ motion was resolute, his gaze metamorphosing into an abyss of menace.

With eyes brimming with tears, Rhea relented, spiraling and dashing towards the Lower reaches.

sigh imbued with relief. At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watching her retreat in chagrin and defeat bestowed upon Millie

Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart” issued by Marcus equated to a

not plagued by a stomachache?” Marcus observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor of discomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced by an aura of

trace of mirth glimmered in Marcus’ eyes as he scrutinized the

was most keen, yet now

jest, it appeared, had been unmasked, leaving Millie tinged with an

gaze, Millie sidestepped Marcus’ path and gravitated towards a recliner nestled on the balcony. There, beneath

pursued his

shall enlist Derek’s aid to bring it forthwith,”

Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands had

I shall manage on my own,” she asserted.