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?”

confrontation. Their paths crossed

convictions solidified, drawing a connection between Marcus and

had initially unsettled him now crystallized into a

are awry. It’s not him. Moreover, it’s nonsensical. If he had harmed me, he wouldn’t have sent me

could

stranger, someone unfamiliar

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

of Roland and Marcus that had shielded her from a potential tragedy, a realization

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

Marcus found himself troubled by

the reason behind