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?”

rolled up as if preparing for confrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus along

unfolding circumstances, Hans’ convictions solidified, drawing a connection

crystallized

awry. It’s not him. Moreover, it’s nonsensical. If he had harmed me, he wouldn’t have sent me to the hospital.” Roland’s impatience was palpable in his response, refuting his

who could

stranger, someone unfamiliar to this

emerged, bridging the distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse between

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

your ruminations, my dear, Return home and find

to Millie’s somber state, Marcus found himself

couldn’t help but question the reason behind Marcus * unexpected