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.

finished her bath quickly and

wake her up, was glad to see her coming down. With a pleased look, the servant asked Debbie to take a seat while she

food, an idea suddenly came to her mind. ‘How about I cook dinner for him tonight and take it to his office myself? Maybe he’ll be

spoon tightly,

of it, Debbie’s current priority was not the divorce, but to avoid cutting her life short

to appease her angry husband. It was

about it, however, the more challenges crossed her mind. ‘Umm…’ Debbie thought, frowning a bit.

her eyes and bit her Lip. Cooking seemed like a great 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 she needed to know… was how to cook.

in the kitchen, Debbie realized how fortunate she was to have someone help her accomplish her goal. At the same time,

and banging kept coming from the kitchen. Sizzling oil flew

pans, plates, and ladles could

as though a war were

noise in the kitchen finally quieted down. To Julie’s relief, the house appeared to be