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 by a

air, Roland’s grasp on the flower seemed burdensome, prompting him to relinquish it to the winds. Despite its origins as a precious creation nurtured by

are

G E L A ‘s

exclamation pierced the air from behind. It was Laurel who strode forth, her

kettle in hand, ready to nourish her cherished blooms. Alas, her intent was foiled by the

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

the rustic woman displayed a marked lack of refinement. Speechless, Laurel interjected, “Halt. Roland is the one responsible, likely seeking to win Millie’s favor with

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

after his past venom? Fetch your brother

sought

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