Burning Passion: Love Never Die

Chapter: 64

“Yeah, I’m here,” Debbie replied on the phone. The worried lady was too distracted to pay attention to her conversation with Jared. All she wanted to know was whether she would be berated by Carlos for getting drunk. Would he punish her for it? The man, after all, had been poking his nose in everything these days.

Lifting the covers off her, Debbie jumped out of the bed, and said,

“I’m sorry, Jared. I have to go. Talk to you later.” Then she hung up the phone without waiting for Jared to reply, running to the bathroom with her head feeling as though it were being split in half.

‘What should I do next? Revolt? Apologize?’ Debbie pondered in the tub.

If she revolted, would she end up being buried alive? That did not sound tempting at all. So… what if she apologized instead? Would that authoritative aristocrat be merciful? Did he even know how to forgive people?

The lady continued to mull over the idea, and considered giving it a try. What was there to lose? Apologizing certainly felt like the easier choice. If it worked, she would no longer have to look over her shoulder anymore.

made up her mind, she finished her bath

was considering going upstairs to wake her up, was glad to see her coming down. With a pleased look, the

idea suddenly came to her mind. ‘How about I cook dinner for

the girl gripped her spoon tightly, and thought to herself, ‘That’s brilliant,

more sense to her. Come to think of it, Debbie’s current priority was not the divorce, but to avoid cutting her life short due to her aristocrat

to her, she contemplated how to appease her angry husband. It was time to put the plan into action. Or so she

more challenges crossed her mind. ‘Umm…’ Debbie thought, frowning

idea until she realized a small hiccup which could completely influence the results. How could she overlook the key to her plan? That, in order to feed Carlos food delicious enough to make him forget his name, the first thing

realized how fortunate she

clanging and banging kept coming from the kitchen. Sizzling oil flew in every

that pans, plates, and ladles

war

noise in the kitchen finally quieted down. To Julie’s