Burning Passion: Love Never Die

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Upon their arrival at an exclusive shop dedicated to lighters, Millie’s attention was ensnared by a lighter elegantly positioned upon the ebony counter.

The entirety of the ebony lighter was enveloped by a delicate onyx serpent, its coils embracing the surface.

“This lighter strikesas rather fetching. You should consider acquiring it.”

Millie pondered, scratching her forehead. The lighter appeared peculiar, and the onyx serpent possessed an air of femininity.

“Grace, do you perceive that the serpent is female in nature?”

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“Yes, that serpent indeed embodies a woman, and that woman, my dear Millie, signifies you. It symbolizes your unwavering embrace of Marcus, a pledge that you shall remain inseparable throughout your days.”

This elucidation flushed Millie’s cheeks with bashful warmth.

After deliberating for mere moments, Millie resolved her uncertainty.

“Very well, I shall make the purchase.”

With determination, Millie claimed the lighter and duly paid for it.

At the counter, the proprietor wore a smile. This particular lighter had languished within their establishment for a span of two years, its virtues overlooked by all. Today, however, it found a new owner in a young woman.

“A token for your beau, perhaps? You have good taste.”

“For her husband, actually.” Grace corrected the assumption with a smile.

“A splendid choice. He shall surely find it to his liking.”

As their discourse unfolded, Millie grew increasingly self-conscious. She hastened her payment and guided Grace out of the shop.

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Would Marcus appreciate this lighter? Would he deem it good?

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In gratitude for Grace’s companionship during the selection process, Millie extended an invitation for her cherished hotpot.

By the tMillie concluded her repast and returned home, the clock hands pointed towards nine.

She entered her passcode and swung the door open, greeted by an interior shrouded in darkness.

Was Marcus still engrossed in his work at the office? Why hadn’t he returned by now? Millie pondered.

However, a tall, solitary silhouette stood by the French windows. It must be Marcus. Millie beckoned to him.

“Darling.”

Marcus found himself immersed in the tantalizing aroma of simmering hot pot that seemed to cling to Millie’s very presence.

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