Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Millie’s hands quivered, and her body was tense. Minutes later, a semblance of quiet settled, affirming the assailant’s retreat.

With trembling hands, Millie illuminated the room, A few droplets of blood adorned the floor, the knife’s blade stained by blood.

Her premonitions had fueled her unease before bedtime, Fortuitously, she had placed a knife beneath her pillow as a safeguard against unforeseen threats.

Though her legs wavered, Millie resolutely wiped the knife clean, tidied the room, and inspected the entrance. Just as she expected, the door had been tampered with.

Fortunately, the assailant wouldn’t likely return tonight, hampered by their wound,

Millie wedged a chair against the door, reclaiming her room’s security. Sitting on her bed, she contemplated contacting Marcus to divulge the attempted assault. Yet, glancing at the late hour, she decided against it, opting to spare him the late-night disturbance.

Rest eluded Millie throughout the tumultuous night, granting her only reprieve with dawn’s arrival.

her morning ablutions, Millie opened her door, intent on locating someone to address the roof’s

greeted her, a basket of

agricultural station, there’s a strawberry garden. I picked these for you, I heard

were plump,

infatuation with her, she was determined to maintain a boundary, deterring any misinterpretation. He deserved to find

declined, her smile measured. Patrick was perceptive of Millie’s intentions: her reluctance to accept his offerings and her desire

already gathered them. Just have a taste, okay? I won’t

spotting Roland approaching with a reddened and swollen face. Clearly, the insect’s poison had taken a toll,

slim, I’m pursuing her,” Roland declared

Patrick was pestering Millie. Of course, he had

You don’t have the right to

a step back, his countenance darkening, yet a flicker of surprise registered in his