Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Millie’s pallid countenance underwent a transient suspension. She had never introduced such a component into her drink.

Bruce, his hands nestled in his pockets, radiated an air of icy restraint, his gaze piercing and cool.

“A cursory exploration around the villa’s periphery has affirmed the existence of a tripterygium wilfordii near the pool’s fringe. It would be prudent to eschew cultivating such a noxious presence.”

The accessibility of such a venomous botanical specimen could feasibly be manipulated by malicious hands.

Adjacent to the pool…

Millie retraced the footsteps and engagements of every individual prior to the incident. It resurfaced in her recollection that Rhea had ventured towards the poolside, lingering there momentarily.

the extraction of the poisonous pollen, with its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited into the drink. A calculated

a single soul among the group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering

in concentration, exuding a chilliness that

The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system have been purged completely, and

this proclamation,

not to prolong his presence, descending the

the door, Marcus approached Millie, securing a seat by her side. Her fragile demeanor bore down upon him, and within his gaze

I failed in safeguarding

tendrils of Millie’s hair,

her affliction mirrored in her collapse, and his

architect had orchestrated the infusion of the pollen into her Libation. Intuition naturally guided his assessment towards a conceivable culprit, his gaze metamorphosing into an