Burning Passion: Love Never Die

However, swiftly his mind wove an alternate narrative — Millie’s words were a fabrication tailored for his ears.

“Millie, I implore you, refrain from falsehoods. You must have made up it to decline my advances. Rest assured, I am no fleeting fancy. Henceforth, I commit to the earnest pursuit of your affections.”

Once more, Roland stepped forward, his demeanor radiating unwavering assurance.

Silent and exasperated, Millie’s eyes rolled, as though reading a tedious book.

“Distance yourself,” she commanded, Seeing the irritation etched on her face, Roland retreated, fearing her wrath.

“Your wish is my command. I’ll obey you, henceforth,” he said, feeling like a miscreant caught in the act.

felt shadowed

Millie’s rejection echoing in the air, Roland’s grasp on the flower seemed burdensome, prompting him to relinquish it to the winds.

are you

A ‘s

Laurel who strode forth, her gaze falling upon the

kettle in hand, ready to nourish her cherished blooms. Alas, her intent

your path lead you to the depths of damnation. You wretched

Speechless, Laurel interjected, “Halt. Roland is the one responsible, likely seeking to win Millie’s favor

was to administer a self-inflicted slap, a wish to undo her

him after his past venom?

she sought out

lingering here? Return from where you came. Refrain from intruding