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 she

Debbie ran toward him

take the wrappings off.

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 her and walked towards

Leave, Debbie pouted and snapped, “Don’t think I’LL forgive you just because you apologized

harsh words still

and his face

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 soon her heart would yield to him and

after he left. There was nothing left 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 unpack the boxes. She took every shade out and organized the

them into two piles-those she liked and

prefers bright colors while Kristina loves soft ones. And auntie will love this