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.

that. ‘Why is she mad at me

Debbie ran toward him and took the

take the wrappings off. So stop

finally got the point and couldn’t help but chuckle. He pulled her into his arms, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Alright. Have fun

of

think I’LL forgive you just because you apologized and got

words still

around and his face

she was a stubborn girl and would not forgive him that easily. But he believed that she would eventually forgive him if he treated her better. Maybe someday soon her heart would

to say, and no one around to say it to. Unable to resist the siren call of the Lipsticks, Debbie sat in front of the dressing table and began to

into two piles-those

decided to send those she didn’t like to her friends. ‘Kasie prefers bright colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this pale mauve one! Perfect!’