Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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“Mother requested your immediate presence,” Laurel relayed.

From the outset, Laurel held no fondness for Millie, and witnessing Roland’s advances only intensified her sense of humiliation.

“I’LL return soon. Leaveto my business.” Roland’s voice erupted in an impatient yell.

Clamping her teeth together, Laurel directed a silent curse towards him within her thoughts. Millie had united with the wealthiest magnate of Preagend. How could she possibly align herself with him?

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Millie’s resolute stride resumed its course.

“Millie, moderate your pace. Await my company,” Roland entreated.

Promptly, Roland trailed behind her footsteps. Millie, meanwhile, massaged the space between her brows, a vexation taking root.

After a stretch of walking, Millie halted beside a single plank bridge. It marked a route back home-a familiar path she chose to tread.

“Hold on, Millie. Allowto lead. Recent rains might have eroded the single plank bridge,” cautioned Roland as he interjected, detaining Millie.

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Halting her advancement, he volunteered to cross the bridge first, seeking to ensure its stability.

Laurel found herself rendered speechless. Her brother, a true master of flattery, had Left her momentarily speechless

Millie sighed inwardly, the stark contrast between Roland’s previous animosity and current admiration irking her. Superficial, she deemed him.

Millie perceived a shallowness residing within him.

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Upon his successful crossing, Roland waved Millie over, extending reassurance.

“Millie, cforth. The passage is secure.”

Millie stepped onto the bridge, and Laurel followed suit. The prospect of a leisurely walk outdoors proved more appealing than staying hin boredom.

However, at the bridge’s center, disaster struck: the bridge collapsed, sending them tumbling into the ditch below.

“Ah!” Laurel’s fright reverberated through the air.

The bridge’s decay was evident, with Roland’s earlier traverse teetering on the brink of disaster.

“Help!”

Laurel’s entreaty mingled with the mud-laden waters that enveloped them, the chill creeping upward to their chests, entangling their very beings.

“Millie, you alright? No need to fear. I’m here to save you, pronto.”

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