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.

confused when she said that. ‘Why is she

he didn’t stop, Debbie ran toward him and took the

all mine? I want to take the wrappings off. So

his arms, kissed her on the forehead and said, “Alright. Have fun then. I’m going to take a

let go of her and

and snapped, “Don’t think I’LL forgive you just because you apologized and got

words

around and

know,” he said. He knew 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

Unable to resist the siren call of the Lipsticks, Debbie

piles-those she liked

prefers bright colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And