Burning Passion: Love Never Die
Chapter 850

Millie’s lips curled into a grateful smile as she settled beside the elderly woman, who adjusted herposition to accommodate the newcomer.

“Thank you.”

Millie’s voice was touched with appreciation as she found her seat.

“Your graciousness is appreciated. My granddaughter is currently enrolled at a university in Preagend.This journey to the city was driven by the desire to reunite with her,” the elderly woman shared, hersmile carrying the warmth of familial bonds and cherished moments.

A peach emerged from the woman’s bag, a harbinger of refreshment amidst uncertainty.

“Miss, partake in this peach. The bus’s fate remains a mystery.” The offering was made generous andhospitable.

“No, thank you. Pray and enjoy it yourself.”

Millie declined graciously, her gaze falling upon the plump and lustrous fruit. Observing that only twopeaches remained within the elderly woman’s bag, she declined with politeness.

In a tender juncture, a young girl with twin braids darted forth, an urgent plea escaping her lips as shetugged at her pants.

“Grandma, nature calls. Hasten, please.” Her distress was palpable, tugging at heartstrings.

Surveying her surroundings, the elderly woman’s eyes searched in vain for a restroom in closeproximity. Recognizing the need for discretion, her gaze alighted upon a diminutive hill situated nearby.Determination kindling, she readied herself to rise, intent on guiding the young girl to the shelteredhaven of the hill’s rear.

“Grandma, it’s urgent! I can’t hold on. I’m going to have an accident,” her tearful entreaty resonated.

Yet the elderly woman’s movements were less fluid, a stumble hinting at her limited agility.

“Madam, remain seated. Allow me to escort the young one.” Millie’s offer extended, propelling her fromher seat.

“Gratitude, sister.” The young girl’s appreciation danced in her words. The journey towards thesecluded hillock commenced.

“Miss, turn away, please. Avert your gaze,” the little girl’s plea resonated, her purpose unambiguous.

Without hesitation, she lowered her pants and crouched amidst the foliage, seeking the solitude thebushes provided.

“I assure you, no gaze shall transgress. Trust me.” Millie’s words carried an oath of respect, her focusdistant.

Yet, unbeknownst to Millie, an ebony-skinned figure emerged from the hillock’s opposite side, a bladeheld in his grip, his demeanor fierce. “Proceed, young one.”

As the task concluded, the girl hastened towards Millie, heedless of the fallen hairpin adorning theground.

Millie’s graceful gesture saw her bend to retrieve the hairpin. Unbeknownst to her, the ominouspresence behind her surged forward, knife in hand, his visage twisted in determination.

Millie got the hairpin and realized that something was wrong. She looked sideways and saw a raisedknife from the corner of her eyes.