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

address this issue in

on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each

harboring a

plan to retrieve a ladder for picking

could you help me? The oranges

brisk stride, Marcus closed the distance, a playful smirk

you like me to help? Should I hoist you onto

for Millie-a memory of their wedding photoshoot. She had been irked,

was upset, he seemed to soften when presented with a request from her, occasionally even embracing the

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

that allowed her to pluck the oranges

minutes later, her task was completed, and she addressed Marcus, who had executed the role of her

put me