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 into the drink. A calculated maneuver, anticipating her own urge for

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

Marcus stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a

doctor placated him, “Mr. Thomas, there’s no need for concern. The toxins in Mrs.

proclamation, Marcus at last

not to prolong his presence, descending the stairs with

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

I failed

tendrils of Millie’s hair,

Millie faltered, her affliction mirrored in her collapse, and his heart plunged in

orchestrated the infusion of the pollen into her Libation. Intuition naturally guided his assessment towards