Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Mother, don’t curse me. I shall triumph over this predicament. My gait remains unimpeded. A trifling wound, truly.” Roland’s fervor surged, and he poised to set foot in motion.

“You, my dear and impulsive son, do take a seat.” With immediacy, Delia interceded, her actions a swift arrest of his intent, while her tone carried a reproachful note.

Millie, positioned alongside them, prompted Roland’s gaze.

“Millie, you needn’t remain. My mother shall oversee my recovery “Rest well,” she offered, a benediction before her departure. Millie offered a subtle nod, her affirmation a silent acknowledgment of the situation, Meanwhile, Hans cast a stern gaze in her direction, a glare laden with unspoken queries. Following her exit from the ward, Hans seized the moment to voice his curiosity.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

“Speak truthfully now. Has Millie’s husband caused you harm?”

carried a resolute undertone, and his sleeves methodically rolled up as if preparing for confrontation. Their

circumstances, Hans’ convictions solidified, drawing a

him now crystallized into a

If he had harmed me, he wouldn’t have sent me to the hospital.” Roland’s impatience was

who could it

stranger, someone unfamiliar to this

Millie emerged, bridging the distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a lingering sense of unease, a testimony to the fear that had

Marcus that had shielded her from a potential tragedy, a realization that weighed heavily on her

ruminations, my dear, Return home and find respite in

state, Marcus found himself

help but question the reason