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.

met the table with finality as he

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

her voice

if nursing a wound, Roland slumped back into his

but ugliness does

entertained thoughts of shattering

N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R

my feelings for her are

Delia’s vibrant peonies, a symbol of

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

fresh from a meal at Joan’s, strolled the pristine street, a serene smile playing on her lips, basking

her side, proffering a generous bouquet with a hopeful