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

resolved to address this issue in the future. Trust is paramount in a

courtyard, Millie’s gaze landed on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange

Marcus emerge, still harboring a cold and

shelved her plan to retrieve a ladder for

help me? The oranges are too high for me to

distance, a playful smirk

help? Should I hoist you onto my shoulders or

their wedding photoshoot. She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had

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

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

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

and she addressed Marcus, who had executed the role of her human

put me