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.”

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

from the enigmatic Raven Island, its singularity emphasized by the absence

a scorpion’s venomous bite, prompted

wound has regressed, the efficacy of the particular

furrow etched itself upon Derek’s brow, his countenance reflecting his concerns, The hospital’s director hadn’t devised the medicine for remedy, and disheartening reports from Raven Island offered no solace. A perplexing question loomed: what course

container of medicine,” commanded by

Once bandaged, Marcus donned his clothing gradually, finding repose

It

upon the arduous journey to the countryside would only exacerbate the condition of

aware of my actions.” Marcus picked up another document, delving into his business affairs with resolute

sense of concern enveloped him. The opportunity presented a