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

upstairs to wake her up, was glad to see her coming down. With a

I cook dinner for

spoon tightly, and thought to herself, ‘That’s

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

clear to her, she contemplated how to appease her angry husband. It was time to

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

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

Watching Julie in her element in the kitchen, Debbie realized how fortunate she was to have someone help her accomplish her goal. At the

sounds of clanging and banging kept coming from the kitchen.

never imagined that pans, plates,

a war were taking place

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