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.

with its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited into

not a single soul among the group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of conjuring a visage of the malevolent architect behind this

brows knitted in concentration, exuding a chilliness

need for concern. The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system have been purged completely,

Upon receiving this proclamation, Marcus at last

not to prolong his presence,

side. Her fragile demeanor bore down upon him, and

I

tenderly smoothing the tendrils of Millie’s

affliction mirrored in her collapse, and his heart plunged

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