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, she discerned Marcus’ towering form advancing towards her, each stride deliberate and

pang shot through her abdomen, causing her thoughts

slipped from her grasp, colliding with the ground. She doubled over, her hands instinctively seeking solace as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the pain swiftly provoked

called out her name. “Millie,” Bruce interjected, his voice underscored

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

her lower lip, her thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Could

implying that the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant price. Maybe

an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its consumption in the future.” Millie’s voice

to Marcus’ arm, one by one. traversing the fabric of his

sliced through the air with a sense of

in the name of Millie’s well-being, should