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

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

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 a

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

quick strides, Marcus lifted Millie into his arms. Yet, within moments, her complexion paled, her face contorted in anguish signifying the

uncertainty. Could it be the food they had consumed

affluent backgrounds, implying that the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant

drink might harbor an issue. It would be wise to abstain from its consumption in the future.” Millie’s voice carried a note of caution, her words

traversing the fabric of his

sliced through the air

was prepared to bear this agony in the name of Millie’s well-being, should it bring