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.

as he rose, poised to take Delia to witness

irrelevant. Will she even bat an eye at you? Your history with her is a stained

table, her voice Like

if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into

but ugliness does spoil one’s

to such an extent that she entertained thoughts of shattering

G E L A ‘s L I B

her

Millie lingered in Roland’s thoughts. A casual Look at the door revealed Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of feminine fondness. Surely, Millie, too, cherished such

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

street, a serene smile playing on her lips,

generous bouquet with a hopeful gleam