Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

Roland’s fork met the table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s transformation.

“Sit down. Her beauty, even if genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with her is a stained canvas.”

Delia struck the table, her voice Like a whip.

Touching his head as if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his chair, deflated.

“Indeed, but ugliness does spoil one’s appetite.”

to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering her

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mourn my past behavior. But now, my feelings for her are

casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine

a glance at Delia, busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the vibrant blossoms to seek

from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking in the

hastened to her side, proffering a generous bouquet

gift

recoiled, sneezing at the fragrance,

a subtle furrow of her brow, Roland’s voice carried a nervous timbre

own abode, I plucked these blossoms. I understand they lack adornment in their current state. Kindly accept them for now; tomorrow, I shall procure for you flowers

Roland, revealing his meticulous transformation. A switch of