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.

poisonous pollen, with its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited

grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of

Marcus stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a chilliness that sent tremors cascading down observers’

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

this proclamation,

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

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

I apologize. I failed

extended, tenderly smoothing the tendrils of Millie’s hair, each motion infused with the gentlest

in her collapse, and his heart plunged in

own nerves. Beyond a shadow of doubt, a covert architect had orchestrated the infusion of the pollen into her Libation. Intuition naturally