Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Millie's hands quivered, and her body was tense. Minutes later, a semblance of
quiet settled, affirming the assailant's retreat.
With trembling hands, Millie illuminated the room, A few droplets of blood
adorned the floor, the knife’s blade stained by blood.
Her premonitions had fueled her unease before bedtime, Fortuitously, she had
placed a knife beneath her pillow as a safeguard against unforeseen threats.
Though her legs wavered, Millie resolutely wiped the knife clean, tidied the room,
and inspected the entrance. Just as she expected, the door had been tampered
with.
Fortunately, the assailant wouldn't likely return tonight, hampered by their wound,
Millie wedged a chair against the door, reclaiming her room's security. Sitting on
her bed, she contemplated contacting Marcus to divulge the attempted assault.
Yet, glancing at the late hour, she decided against it, opting to spare him the late-
night disturbance.
Rest eluded Millie throughout the tumultuous night, granting her only reprieve
with dawn’s arrival.
Following her morning ablutions, Millie opened her door, intent on locating
someone to address the roof's damage.
The instant the door ajar, Patrick greeted her, a basket of crimson strawberries in
hand, his smile directed her way.
“Near the agricultural station, there's a strawberry garden. I picked these for you,
I heard they're great for a girl's complexion,” he remarked.
The baskets contents were plump, vibrant, and red.
However, Millie harbored no desire for the offering. Aware of Patrick's infatuation
with her, she was determined to maintain a boundary, deterring any
misinterpretation. He deserved to find someone who reciprocated his affection.
“Strawberries aren't to my taste. Enjoy them yourself.” Millie apologetically
declined, her smile measured. Patrick was perceptive of Millie’s intentions: her
reluctance to accept his offerings and her desire to maintain a certain distance
between them. Patrick, though disheartened by her refusal, persisted.
“Give it a shot; I've already gathered them. Just have a taste, okay? I won't pick
them again,”
Millie furrowed her brows and glanced up, spotting Roland approaching with a
reddened and swollen face. Clearly, the insect’s poison had taken a toll, turning
Roland's face into an exaggeratedly plump visage.
“Do you like Millie too? But your chances are slim, I'm pursuing her,” Roland
declared with a measure of arrogance, intervening in the scene as if asserting
dominance.
He had noticed from afar that Patrick was pestering Millie. Of course, he had to
interfere.
“Take your strawberries and go. If Millie wants strawberries, I'll buy them for her,
You don't have the right to provide for her,” Roland barked, shoving Patrick
backward in a display of rudeness.
Patrick took a step back, his countenance darkening, yet a flicker of surprise
registered in his eyes.
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Rubbing her forehead, Millie directed an exasperated look at the brusque
Roland.
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