Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 844

“Millie, what has transpired?” Marcus’ voice reverberated, infused with genuine concern.

“Darling, my constitution doth throb with pain. Rhea…” Millie’s eyes welled up with tears, were fixedupon Rhea, who grimaced in affliction. “It’s of no concern to me. Millie, you wretch.”

“Rhea, unless you yearn for a flight off the balcony, I urge you to depart. Immediatel:

Marcus’ index finger pointed towards the exit with resolute authority. “Marcus,” Rhea contested.

Marcus’ motion was resolute, his gaze metamorphosing into an abyss of menace.

With eyes brimming with tears, Rhea relented, spiraling and dashing towards the Lower reaches.

Millie straightened, exhaling a sigh imbued with relief. At Last, she had driven Rhea away. Watchingher retreat in chagrin and defeat bestowed upon Millie a surge of gratification

She was cognizant of Rhea’s susceptibility to Marcus’ sentiments. A mere “depart” issued by Marcusequated to a seismic denunciation in Rhea’s estimation.

“Were you not plagued by a stomachache?” Marcus observed Millie’s recuperation, the pallor ofdiscomfort vanishing from her visage, replaced by an aura of normalcy.

A trace of mirth glimmered in Marcus’ eyes as he scrutinized the rapid shift from agonized tocomposed.

“Well, earlier, the agony was most keen, yet now I’m on the mend,”

Millie responded. Her jest, it appeared, had been unmasked, leaving Millie tinged with an undertone ofchagrin.

Averting her gaze, Millie sidestepped Marcus’ path and gravitated towards a recliner nestled on thebalcony. There, beneath the canopy of stars, she found repose.

Nevertheless, Marcus pursued his course.

“What would you like to eat? I shall enlist Derek’s aid to bring it forthwith,” Marcus ventured.

Surveying the time, Millie apprehended that the clock’s hands had advanced to the eighth hour of theevening.

“The hour is quite advanced. I shall manage on my own,” she asserted. While fashioning a beverageearlier, she had observed provisions nestled within the refrigerator.

Marcus’ intent was clear: he had fabricated a pretext to evade Mylo and his comrades, striving tosafeguard an interval of solitude with Millie.

In truth, the pangs of hunger eluded Millie’s constitution. Yet her ardor for Marcus impelled her toundertake the culinary endeavor, despite her own indisposition.

The timeless wisdom held true-the route to a man’s affection coursed through his taste buds.Enveloped in the allure of her affection for Marcus, Millie found herself so captivated that she felt aninsistent compulsion to prepare a meal for him, even amidst her own state of discomfort.

“You’re prohibited from cooking,” Marcus proclaimed, tenderly retracting Millie’s frame and sitting intothe recliner himself, his embrace enveloping her in its secure cocoon.

Kneading her temples, Millie discerned the predilection Marcus exhibited for this intimate embrace. Inthis setting, he was prone to a semblance of overbearance.