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 for refreshment in place

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

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

Mrs. Thomas’

doctor.” Upon receiving this proclamation, Marcus at last exhaled his

too elected not to prolong his presence,

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

apologize. I

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

Millie faltered, her affliction mirrored in her collapse,

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