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

orange tree, its boughs heavy with ripened fruit-each orange now tinged with hues of vibrant

harboring a cold

her plan to retrieve a ladder

help me? The oranges

Marcus closed the distance, a playful

I hoist you onto my shoulders or

photoshoot. She had been irked, adamantly refusing to participate,

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

of pretense, With a subtle, graceful bend, Marcus effortlessly hoisted Millie onto his

to a level that allowed her to pluck the oranges that had been out of her reach moments

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

you can put me down