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.

its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited into the drink. A calculated maneuver, anticipating her own urge

group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of conjuring a visage

stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a chilliness that sent tremors

the doctor placated him, “Mr. Thomas, there’s no need for concern. The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system have been purged completely, and a

doctor.” Upon receiving this proclamation, Marcus at

physician’s departure, Bruce too elected not to prolong his presence, descending

side. Her fragile demeanor bore down upon him, and within his gaze brewed a mélange of resentment

I failed in

tendrils of Millie’s hair, each motion

affliction mirrored in her collapse, and his heart plunged in

taut tether to his own nerves. Beyond a shadow of doubt, a covert architect had orchestrated the infusion of the pollen into her