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?”

as if preparing for confrontation. Their paths crossed with Marcus

convictions solidified, drawing a connection between Marcus

unsettled him now crystallized into a determined resolve to

he had harmed me, he wouldn’t have sent me

could it

someone unfamiliar

they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a lingering sense of

that had

ruminations, my dear, Return home and find respite in slumber,”

somber state, Marcus found

the reason