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

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

dinner for him tonight and take it to his office myself? Maybe he’ll be so touched by the gesture that he won’t

Grinning, the girl gripped her spoon tightly, and thought to

it, Debbie’s current priority was not

appease her angry husband. It was time to put the plan into

more she thought about it, however, the more challenges crossed

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. Luckily, she just thought of the best teacher anyone could

realized how fortunate she was to have someone help her accomplish her goal. At the same time, everything felt

whole afternoon, sounds of clanging and banging kept coming from the kitchen. Sizzling oil flew in

that pans, plates, and ladles could be

a war were taking

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