Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Stop here. I’ll disembark.”

Unable to resist the resolute gleam in Millie’s gaze, Marcus yielded to her request and brought the car to a standstill.

In the not-so-distant vicinity, Rosie observed as Millie gracefully alighted from Marcus’ car, their parting accompanied by radiant smiles, a tableau of sweetness.

A flame of ire ignited within Rosie, and her teeth clenched in frustration.

How did they share such an affable rapport? Hadn’t Mr. Thomas witnessed those unsettling images on the internet? Surely he should have been seething with indignation toward Millie for her association with that scandalous pictures.

Within the confines of the office, Rosie ambled about, arms crossed, her movements a mixture of agitation and pensive contemplation. As she departed the scene, a conspiratorial wink was directed at Emerie, a gesture laden with unspoken intent.

“Millie, have you made progress with your design from yesterday?”

delivered with a newfound warmth. Lessons learned, her tone now

the

previous day being a challenge that

me the portion you’ve managed to

request, Millie extended her work to

was evident. Despite being merely halfway done, the piece exuded a refined beauty and craftsmanship that transcended the novice

regarding Millie as an outsider in the realm of

perception shifted, fueled by the evidence before her—undeniable

opted for critique, her voice holding a

white diamonds? In today’s world, young girls often lean toward hues of pink. A revision might be

the client’s preferences. They expressed a fondness for white diamonds,” Millie responded,