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.

shadowed by a relentless

flower seemed burdensome, prompting him to relinquish it to the winds. Despite its origins as a precious creation nurtured by

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was Laurel who strode forth, her gaze falling upon the discarded blooms that adorned the ground,

ago, Delia emerged, kettle in hand, ready to nourish her cherished blooms. Alas, her intent was foiled by the sight of their defacement, evoking an outburst of indignant

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

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

impulse was to administer a self-inflicted slap, a wish to

good in this? How can Millie ever favor him after his past venom? Fetch your

she sought out

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