Burning Passion: Love Never Die

A woman Miller’s age also emerged from the vehicle. Then they walked into the housing estate together, arm in arm.

One thing particular struck him: that wasn’t Blair! After a brief moment of confusion, he realized what was going on.

He thought she was happy. Now he knew she wasn’t.

Complex emotions filled him. Part of him was glad while the rest of him felt sorry for her. He didn’t know which one affected him more. When a dull pain shot through his heart, he knew the answer.

He called someone on his phone and asked him to call Blair. NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Blair was at work when she got the call. It was from an unknown number.

“Blair, your fiance had an accident. He’s at home now,” the person at the other end of the line told her. ‘An accident? He’s supposed to be at work.

When did this happen?’

By the time Blair had more questions, the person had already hung up.

She called back and was told that it was a payphone. The mysterious caller had left. She went to her boss and asked to leave early. This was a family emergency, after all. She hurried back home to see if

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Miller was okay.

Once the bus stopped, she hastily got off and dashed into the housing estate. Wesley followed quietly behind her, worried that she might be distraught and need some comfort.

The shabby door of the apartment wasn’t soundproof at all. Maybe too horny, Miller and the woman didn’t even make it to the bedroom. Blair could hear everything standing outside the door.

However, she wasn’t sad, because she wasn’t in love with Miller. She never loved him.

And she felt bad about that. Maybe it was her fault he was having an affair.

A few minutes Later, the room quieted down. Blair opened the door and walked into the living room. The room was empty. From the sounds, she realized that they had gone into Miller’s bedroom.

When she closed the door, she figured the two might get startled by the noise. She was right. She could hear both of them discussing this. She heard the girl say, “Expecting someone?” Miller mumbled something about how Blair was supposed to be at work. Blair could sense how flustered they were.

She gave them enough time to get dressed. Then, she said his name.

“Miller.”

Before Miller could open the bedroom door, she barged in and saw the woman, who didn’t have enough time to hide.

Miller tried to stay calm.

“Blair, listen to me. It’s not what it looks like. This is my boss. We’re talking about work

Blair sneered. ‘He can’t even admit it. Does he think I’m stupid?*

As if to cover his guilt, before Blair responded, Miller shouted,

“She’s here for work, dammit! Why don’t you believe me?”