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.

that Rhea was the 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

soul among the group harbored grievances or enmity towards her, rendering her

bedside, Marcus stood, his brows knitted in concentration, exuding a chilliness

concern. The toxins in Mrs. Thomas’ system have

receiving this proclamation, Marcus at last exhaled

to prolong his presence, descending

seat by her side. Her fragile demeanor bore down upon him, and within

I apologize. I

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

her collapse, and his heart plunged in

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