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.

architect behind the extraction of the poisonous pollen, with its pollen collected and surreptitiously deposited into the drink. A calculated maneuver, anticipating her own urge for refreshment in place of alcoholic

enmity towards her, rendering her utterly incapable of conjuring

stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a

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

this proclamation, Marcus at last

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

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

I failed in safeguarding

extended, tenderly smoothing the tendrils of Millie’s hair,

her collapse, and his heart plunged

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