Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Marcus glanced at the sausage, his brow furrowing momentarily before a smile tugged at his lips again.

Rhea’s eyes danced a perilous waltz, oscillating between Marcus’ form and Millie’s all-too-attentive countenance. Fury ignited within her, recognizing the brazen flirtation that was unfolding before her very eyes.

Casting Darin to the shadows, she left in a defiant stride. Darin, compelled to follow, was arrested by a sudden realization.

He understood that Rhea’s storm needed its time to abate.

Arriving at the swimming pool’s edge, Rhea’s eyes caught the glimpse of a vine, alive with blossoms, which she regarded with a snarl.

It was tripterygium wilfordii, a seductive plant whose allure hid a deadly secret. Every inch of it, from its tender sprouts to its vibrant pollen, concealed a toxic wrath. Even the slightest mistake in handling could unleash agonizing torment.

a resolve unshaken, Rhea plucked the blossoms, their innocence betrayed

her mind. Millie’s happiness was a fire she yearned to extinguish,

this setting doesn’t quite harmonize with your spirit, we could always retrace our path and journey

Rhea’s safety loomed Large in his

a while longer, if you may. The allure of indulging in roasted oysters beckons to me.” Upon observing the vacant vessel that was Millie’s

you

attended to the grill,

grew somber, her eyes falling upon the empty beverage table, a secret unnoticed by

maneuvered herself before Millie’s artisanal beverage, adeptly concealing any sight

this facade, she deftly scattered the elusive tripterygium wilfordii pollen into the vessel, a gesture woven with hidden intent. Then, in an air of tranquil composure, she gracefully departed from

Millie’s cup, Rhea foresaw her impending approach