Burning Passion: Love Never Die

He kissed her softly on the forehead and whispered in her ear, “I don’t want to fight anymore. Let’s go home.”

“Fight? Does wanting a divorce count as fighting?’ she thought inwardly.

When they reached the villa, Carlos got out of the car and opened the back door. He took the bags and helped Debbie out of the car.

He was so considerate and careful that Debbie felt like she was a pregnant woman.

Inside Debbie’s bedroom, Carlos pulled the wrappings off a box of lipsticks and put the Lipsticks on her dressing table.

“Hey, old man, stop!” Debbie blurted out.

Women liked shopping, and also enjoyed undoing the wrappings. Sometimes it was a game, Like how intact could I leave this if I just undid some corners? The struggle was real.

she said that. ‘Why is

stop, Debbie ran toward him and

all mine? I want to take the

point and couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the forehead and

saying that, he let go of her and walked towards the

“Don’t think I’LL forgive you just

words still

turned around and his face

that easily. But he believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better. Maybe someday soon her heart would yield to him and she would be back to the lovely girl he used to know,

to. Unable to resist the siren call of the Lipsticks, Debbie sat in front of the dressing table and began to unpack the boxes. She

divided them into two piles-those she liked

friends. ‘Kasie prefers bright colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this pale