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?”

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

drawing a connection between

unsettled him now crystallized into a determined

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 father’s

who could

unfamiliar to

distance to join Marcus before they exited the hospital together. The furrowed expanse between her eyebrows betrayed a

efforts of Roland and Marcus that had shielded her from

my dear, Return home and find

Millie’s somber state, Marcus found himself troubled by her

but question the reason behind Marcus