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.

response. Illuminated against the backdrop of

causing her thoughts to scatter and her

hands instinctively seeking solace as they pressed against her abdomen. The intensity of the pain swiftly provoked a glistening

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

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

thoughts a whirlwind of uncertainty. Could it be

gnawed at her. After all, these individuals hailed from affluent backgrounds, implying that the ingredients they procured should be of the highest quality and exorbitant price. Maybe the

Millie murmured faintly, “I suspect the homemade drink might harbor an issue. It would be wise to abstain from

one by one. traversing the

through the air with a sense of

was prepared to bear this agony in the name of Millie’s