Burning Passion: Love Never Die

When Marcus’ wife had called earlier, he had told her that he was at the door of their home, However, he was still engrossed in his work at the office.

“I have to go to the countryside,” Marcus replied, indicating the reason for his urgency.

After reading the document in his hand, Marcus signed his name and looked up from his work.

Countryside? Derek understood that Marcus was going to the countryside because he was concerned about Mrs. Thomas.

“Alright, I’ll inform all the departments to hand in whatever requires your attention.”

A mere ten minutes elapsed, and the proficient Derek reappeared, bearing a stack of meticulously arranged documents,

Perched upon the plush leather chair, Marcus wore an enigmatic countenance. Having set aside the pen, Marcus gently pressed the space between his brows with a thoughtful fingertip, his complexion taking on a subdued hue.

“Mr. Thomas.”

Derek as he meticulously computed the passing days, a realization dawning upon him — the hour had arrived

the enigmatic Raven Island, its singularity emphasized by the absence of a

Marcus’ eyes held an uncommon intensity. His wound, akin to a scorpion’s venomous bite, prompted him to exhale wearily before he disrobed. As

regressed, the efficacy of the particular medicine having

brow, his countenance reflecting his concerns, The hospital’s director hadn’t devised the medicine for remedy,

the container of medicine,”

cleansed Marcus’ wound. Once bandaged, Marcus donned

the countryside? It would

journey to the countryside would only exacerbate the condition

another document, delving into his business affairs with

enveloped him. The opportunity presented a poignant moment to witness