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

landed on the orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange now tinged with hues

Marcus emerge, still harboring a

retrieve a ladder

you help me? The oranges are too high

a brisk stride, Marcus closed the distance, a playful

hoist you

wedding photoshoot. She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate, and had insisted on perching on his shoulders

correct. When Marcus was upset, he seemed to soften when presented with a request from her, occasionally even embracing the chance to display

a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted Millie

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

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

you can put me down