Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“If you hadn’t shown up today, I was planning to tell you after I got back from the supermarket. Look, I’m telling you everything now, aren’t I?” Millie’s words carried a mixture of both assurance and a hint of vulnerability.

Millie’s pleading gaze met Marcus’, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. In that instant, Marcus’ heart clenched, his anger dissipating, replaced by a pang of remorse.

She was already frightened, and he had exacerbated it. He realized his behavior had been callous and unkind.

“This won’t happen again. If you ever encounter danger, you must inform me first.”

“Alright.”

She had managed to assuage his anger. Millie’s tense shoulders relaxed slightly.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

in the future. Trust is paramount in a

tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange

emerge, still harboring a cold

retrieve a

oranges are too high

stride, Marcus closed the distance, a playful smirk dancing across

I hoist you onto my shoulders or carry you

an immediate flashback for Millie-a memory of their wedding photoshoot. She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had insisted

proved correct. When Marcus was upset, he seemed to soften when presented with

a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted Millie onto his shoulder, showcasing his

were lifted to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges

mere ten minutes later, her task was completed, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed

put me down