Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 849

Amidst passion’s confluence, Rhea‘s gaze fluttered open. After tonight Darin would try every means tokill Millie.

With dawn’s arrival, Millie stirred from slumber, stretching Languidly. Grasping her phone, sheembarked on a digital journey, scouting for bus tickets to her childhood abode. Her grandmother’sdesire for a return tugged at her heartstrings, urging swift action to refurbish the ancestral dwelling inanticipation of her grandmother’s homecoming.

Recognizing that prolonged vacancy could invite problems, such as leaks and the embrace ofdampness, Millie’s resolve surged.

A call to her grandmother ensued, words laced with purpose as she declared her intent to restore theold abode. Joy burgeoned in her grandmother’s voice, and delight in the prospect was palpable.

Next, an attempt to reach Marcus bore no fruit. Unperturbed, Millie wrote a note detailing her excursionto the countryside to oversee the old house herself.

Upon Millie’s arrival at the bus station, she gracefully embarked upon the coach, her choice falling upona seat adjacent to the window, a spot that promised glimpses of the world’s passing tapestry.

Due to the lengthy and tiring journey back to her hometown, Millie decided to close her eyes and rest.In the preceding days, her body had been nearly drained by Marcus.

As Millie gently shut her eyes, a youthful gentleman stepped aboard the bus in tandem. With a gracefulgesture, he hoisted his belongings onto the rack, all the while, his gaze serendipitously alighting uponMillie, a pleasant astonishment dancing within him.

“Millie…”

Yet, the bus’s cacophony devoured his utterance, leaving Millie’s repose untouched. The young man’sapproach yielded nothing. He went to take his seat.

An ebony-skinned figure followed suit, eyes deliberately tracing Millie’s form, Settling at the rear, hismotives remained veiled. Unbeknownst to Millie, this silent theater played out.

Veering into somnolence, Millie drifted, ensnared by drowsiness, when abruptly, the coach’s journeyhalted.

“Why this pause?”

The question echoed through the bus’s confines.

The driver relinquished his seat, standing resolute.

“An issue has arisen with the bus, necessitating a call for aid. You’ve endured hours of confinement; Iencourage you to disembark and embrace the revitalizing outdoor air. Be cautious not to venture toofar,” he articulated.

Murmurs danced like whispers in the wind, with the cessation of air conditioning conjuring a stiflinginterior. Passengers disembarked, seeking solace beneath the roadside’s canopy.

The tumult roused Millie. Bleary eyes met a tableau of passengers seated under the protective boughs,cooling beneath nature’s embrace.

“My grandchild awaits me at school; an unforeseen delay cloaks the bus. I must beckon my husband toretrieve him,” an elderly woman Lamented.

A symphony of questions accompanied the bus’s predicament. Millie, too, joined the exodus, the sun’sfierce gaze upon her awakening.

Amidst the shelter of a sprawling tree, an elder’s gesture extended towards her.

“Fair traveler, join this haven. Shade and coolness await,” her invitation sang, a refuge in nature’s arms.