Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Devoid of utterance, Leon’s gaze lingered solely upon Millie. She appeared to radiate contentment.

After a brief interlude, he lowered his lids, capturing within his mind’s eye the image of Millie adorned in a lightweight sweater, her countenance adorned with a smile.

“Let us take our leave,” he eventually stated. The car’s engine roared to Life, propelling it swiftly past the villa’s vicinity.

Within the villa’s interior, Marcus, who had been engrossed in conversation, suddenly caught sight of Millie and Bruce. Swiftly extricating himself from his ongoing exchange, he courteously excused himself and traversed the distance to approach them.

Bruce selected an immaculate cup and poised to pour beverages.

“I’m rather intrigued to sample your homemade concoction as well. It appears quite appealing,” Bruce remarked.

a reflexive response. Illuminated against the backdrop of light, she discerned Marcus’ towering form advancing towards her,

a searing pang shot through her abdomen, causing her thoughts to scatter and

the sound as her glass slipped from her grasp, colliding with the ground. She doubled over, her hands instinctively seeking solace as

hint of concern edging his tone, Marcus called out her name. “Millie,”

arms. Yet, within moments, her complexion paled, her face contorted in anguish signifying the intensity

uncertainty. Could it be the food they had consumed that was causing

individuals hailed from affluent backgrounds, implying that the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant price. Maybe

might harbor an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its

traversing the fabric of his attire and

through the air with a sense of

the name of Millie’s well-being, should it bring her