Burning Passion: Love Never Die

For someone who appeared to be in his twenties, he looked like a model student at university. With a smile lingering on his face, it was difficult to see him as anything else but a nice person.

Shooting Debbie an awkward Look, Rhonda turned to the man and replied courteously, “Tristan, this lady is here for Carlos.”

In spite of Rhonda’s efforts to introduce the lady, Tristan was too distracted by Debbie’s bewitching smile to pay attention. But soon enough, he was back to being professional.

“Hello, miss. Nice to meet you. Please, follow me,” he said, politely gesturing with his hand towards the CEO’s office. Offering a small smile, Debbie followed

Tristan while Rhonda stayed behind. The young Lady could tell that the older woman was relieved to pass her over to Tristan.

Upon reaching the door, the male secretary knocked on the door lightly.

“Come in,” came Carlos’ deep, cold voice.

clutched the meal box close to her. Of all the times when she could lose her nerve, it just had to be at a point when she was halfway

get so angry that he might grab the divorce papers and sign them at once.

all over the place, was filled with

300 square meters, decorated from the furniture to its walls in shades

In front of it, were a white sofa and a glass table. Against a wall was a wine cabinet and on the opposite side was a bookshelf with a

was an indoor golf court. Some famous paintings and calligraphy were hung on the wall. Meanwhile,

CEO’s private Lounge.

from what he had been working on, he saw the girl at the door. A faint light flickered in his eyes

at Debbie who was looking around curiously. The young lady’s attention was

exploration of

she took a few steps

herself down. Once she did, she remarked, “Um, Carlos.” Immediately, she remembered Rhonda’s and everyone else’s reactions earlier and corrected herself, “Oh, I’m sorry. I mean, Sir. I’m sorry to interrupt you. It’s just that… er, I made this at home.