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.

against the backdrop of light,

her abdomen, causing her thoughts to

the ground. She doubled over, her hands instinctively seeking solace as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the

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

arms. Yet, within moments, her complexion paled, her face contorted

whirlwind of uncertainty. Could it be the food they had consumed

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

faintly, “I suspect the homemade drink might harbor an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its consumption in the future.” Millie’s voice carried a

found their way to Marcus’ arm, one by one. traversing the fabric of his attire and delving into the softness of his

Marcus’ voice sliced through the air with a

bear this agony in the name of Millie’s