Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Then, where did the insect disappear to?” Roland’s skepticism remained intact.

“I discarded it,” Laurel replied, arms crossed in confidence,

An unexpected sensation crawled on Millie’s shoulder, her instinctual reaction halted by Roland’s hasty approach.

“Don’t move; the insect is on you Roland intervened, capturing the insect and fixing Laurel with an incensed glare.

“You claimed innocence, yet here it is.” Roland’s rebuke hung heavy in the air.

With the insect’s discovery, Laurel’s head drooped in embarrassment.

The mystery of the insect’s disappearance within the house was solved-it had surreptitiously found its way onto Millie.

the unsettling creature, her hands grew cold, and her ire was directed squarely at Laurel. The origins of the insect’s

Millie astounded. The depths of her cunning and scheming nature were,

“Aah!”

a pained cry, the insect sinking its bite into the back of his hand

and Laurel redirected their attention

astonishment, her shock palpable upon witnessing Roland’s grimace of pain. Her words trembled weakly as she informed, “Roland, the insect’s bite is

consequences of your actions!” Fury and exasperation surged within

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immediately,” Millie advised. Without delay, Laurel ushered Roland

air of tranquility settled over her surroundings. Yet she acknowledged that wariness around Laurel would be

mirrored an act of self-inflicted harm-a

any residual traces of insects, She changed

in a haze, attuned to movement within the room. Was the earlier culprit returning to haunt her? Instinctively, she reached for the concealed knife under her pillow, clutching it tightly against her chest with