Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Upon Roland’s conclusion, Delia’s brows furrowed, her face crinkling in disbelief like paper caught in a flame.

“Are you serious? That’s bizarre. The town’s consensus painted Millie as a ugly woman. How did she blossom into beauty overnight?”

With a fork clutched Like a hidden weapon, Laurel remained silent. She harbored the knowledge that Millie was a diamond in the rough.

However, bumping into her here turned her stomach, as though she had swallowed something bitter and unsettling.

If the town’s folk discovered Millie had wed into Preagend’s most prestigious family, becoming Mrs. Thomas, her own spotlight would be eclipsed.

“It’s the gospel truth. You need evidence? Walk with me,” Roland said, his voice steadfast.

table with finality as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness Millie’s

genuine, is irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with

struck the table, her voice Like a

his head as if nursing a wound,

ugliness does spoil

to such an extent that she entertained thoughts

L A ‘s L I B

my feelings for her are like

revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a

busy at the kitchen sink, courage sprouted within him. He spirited away the vibrant

Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a

a generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam in his