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

landed on the orange tree, its

harboring a cold and

plan to retrieve a ladder for

could you help me? The oranges are too high for me to

a brisk stride, Marcus closed the distance, a playful smirk

like me to help? Should I hoist you onto my shoulders or carry

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

upset, he seemed to soften when presented with a request from her, occasionally even embracing the chance to display a touch of

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

feet left the ground abruptly and were lifted to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges that

ten minutes later, her task was completed, and she

can put